| No, I did not go to church last Sunday
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| For my sins, I need not confess
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| With your daddy standing at the pulpit
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| Oh, I just figured stayin' home was the best
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| Oh, your physique is swellin', and your waistline’s tellin'
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| Everybody knows that it’s mine
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| I guess the word’s got around this ole one story town
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| And your preacher daddy, he ain’t blind
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| You got knocked up, and I got locked up
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| I guess you’d say that we both got screwed
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| You got locked out, and I got knocked out
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| I guess you’re gonna miss a lot of school
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| Yeah, you looked a damn sight older
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| That night up on the hill
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| If I’d have knowed what I know, girl, I wouldn’t have let you go
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| But you said that you were on the pill
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| Yeah, your uncle, he’s the town sheriff
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| Your grandaddy, he’s the county judge
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| No, I don’t see a way that I’ll see the light of day
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| With your whole family holding a grudge
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| You got knocked up, and I got locked up
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| I guess you’d say that we both got screwed
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| You got locked out, and I got knocked out
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| I guess you’re gonna miss a lot of school
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| Oh, girl, you ain’t gonna graduate this year! |
| I don’t think so
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| Yeah, your family’s got the shotgun ready
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| I can hear those church bells chime
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| No, I may not be ready for a wedding, honey
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| But I know that I ain’t ready to die
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| You got knocked up, and I got locked up
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| I guess you’d say that we both got screwed
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| You got locked out, and I got knocked out
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| I guess you’re gonna miss a lot of school
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| Yeah, you’re gonna miss a lot of school
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| I think you’re gonna miss a lot of school
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| No, girl, I you ain’t gonna make it to the prom this year |