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I've got great big blisters on my bloodshot Eyes from looking at that long legged woman up ahead What she does simply walking down the sidewalk of the city Makes me think about a stray cat getting fed He's got a whole lotta motion in her sole, I know But her sole ain't the place she lets it show She got a body, oh yeah She got a motion, oh yeah Lord I'm blistered, oh, oh yeah She done tore my sole apart, put big blisters on my heart What a mighty crazy cooking way to go I've got great big blisters on my fingertips From reaching in my pocket book and picking out the bills And I got tiny white blisters in my throat From trying to ease my nervous tension Taking all them pat and pills And ever since she started running 'round from bar to bar I just can't eat a bite or keep my stomach settled down She got a body, oh yeah She got a motion, oh yeah She done got me, oh yeah She done tore my soul apart Put big blisters on my heart What a mighty crazy cooking way to go She got a body, oh yeah She got a motion, oh yeah Oh I'm blistered, oh, oh yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah Blistered, blistered