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Who'll tell your future, |
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I can't tell my past, |
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Who'll tell your future, |
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I can't tell my past, |
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Seem like every minute lord is sure gonna be my last, |
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Gonna who do ya baby, got you on my mind, |
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Who do ya baby, got you on my mind, |
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Wait a few months darlin' it will drive you right outta your mind, ' |
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Cause your a crazy little mama and you know you can't be beat, |
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I got somethin' for ya baby that is awful sweet, |
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Come on little mama gonna knock ya right off your feet. [Music] |
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See that picture baby hangin' up on your mama's shelf, |
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See that picture baby hangin' up on your mama's shelf, |
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I'm gettin' tired, tired, tired lord of sleepin' all by myself, |
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Who'll tell your future, |
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I can't tell my past, |
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Who'll tell your future, |
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I can't tell my past, |
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Seem like every minute lord is sure gonna be my last, |
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Tho the past was sour lord the future can be mighty sweet, |
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We finally found a home and our love just can't be beat, |
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You know it's forever and |
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I'm never never gonna leave. |
