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Woman you must be stone down crazy |
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Either you're going to lose your mind |
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Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy |
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Either you're going to lose your mind |
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Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby |
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You must think my little heart is made of iron |
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Lord as I sit here in my dark room |
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Tears rolling down from my eyes |
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Yes I sit, |
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I sit here in my dark room |
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Tears rolling all down from my eyes |
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Yes you know my little baby looked at me and said daddy |
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Ooh, God knows you're the hurted child |
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Oh yeahSomebody come and get me |
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Yes I think |
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I'm going back down south |
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People where the weather suits my clothes |
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Yes I said |
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I'm going back down south |
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People where the weather suits my clothes |
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Yes you know playing around in this big city so long man |
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Ooh, 'til |
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I'm almost just done froze |
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Darling you must be stone crazy |
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Or either you're going to lose your mind |
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Yes I said woman you must be stone down crazy |
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Either you're going to lose your mind |
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Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so low down and dirty |
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You must be think my little heart is made of iron |
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Wow as I sit here in my dark room |
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Tears rolling all down my eyes |
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Yes I sit, |
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I sit right here right here in my dark room |
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Tears rolling all down from my eyes |
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Yes you know my little girl looked at me and said |
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Ooh, my daddy is a hurted child |
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Ooh, look-a here now |
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Somebody come here |
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Lord I believe |
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I'm going back down south |
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Where the weather suits my clothes |
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Yes I believe |
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I'm going back down south |
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People where the weather suits my clothes |
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Yes you know that |
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I've played around in these big cities so long man |
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Ooh, 'til |
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I'm almost done froze |
