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You have a cup of coffee and another cigarette |
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You're waiting for your baby but she hasn't shown yet |
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And if she doesn't make it, well you've got no regrets |
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Because you can't win or lose if you ain't made no bets |
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And then she comes in walkin' lookin' fine as you please |
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You wanna stop and drop right down on your knees |
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And say baby |
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Whoa |
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You say you never worry cause you don't need a home |
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Don't need an address, don't need a phone |
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And you don't have to worry 'bout bein' alone |
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Cause you can make your music on a ten cent comb |
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And then she comes in walkin' lookin' fine as you please |
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You wanna stop and drop right down on you knees |
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And say baby |
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Whoa |
