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Pack Your Bags
Left home mad at the wife
Took the car keys and went to the brothel
Partied all night, drank and turned up the heat
All the girls going crazy on my sound system
But when I got home, something was waiting for me
It was my angry wife packing the bags
And I looked at her not knowing what to do
And she replied to me, pack your bags
Pack your bags
Pack your bags
Pack your bags
You're not staying at home
You're not staying at home
You're not staying at home
