Instincts from Deep Creek by California Baseball Band

Well I work all day, and I sleep all night,
And I dream of that girl.
And she says, "You'll be mine," but I know that's a lie.
Oh, I still dream of that girl.

Oh, and because you don't know; crimson covered clothes,
Figure four, nine times nine; Trust your instincts, and I'll trust mine.

I'm a man of my word and the things I've seen and heard,
Well they would take you by surprise.
And I'm a man of the world and you're just a little girl,
I can see through your disguise.

Oh, and because you don't know; crimson covered clothes,
Figure four, nine times nine; Trust your instincts, and I'll trust mine.

Pardon my French, but I've got to get the heck up out of here,
It's hurting my head.
You told me that she loved me, but I can't tell the difference
Between things said and did.

Oh, and because you don't know; crimson covered clothes,
Figure four, nine times nine; Trust your instincts, and I'll trust mine.

Oh, and because...

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