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no more credit |
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From liquor store |
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Suit is all dirty, boy |
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Shoes is all wore |
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Tired and lonely, my |
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Heart is all sore |
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I can't stand it no more |
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Told me she loved me |
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I believed what she said |
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Took me for a sucker, boy |
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All corn-fed |
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Next thing i knew |
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She had a bolt on the door |
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I can't use it no more |
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She took george's watch |
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Like they always do |
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(it was a timex, too!) |
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No more money, boy |
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I shoulda knew |
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'you know i told ya' |
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'i know you told me' |
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'ya didn't listen to me' |
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'but i couldn't listen to ya!' |
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'told ya 'bout the anchovies... george duke!' |
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The way she do me, boy |
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She might do you, too |
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People i am through! |
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Potato-head bobby |
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Was a friend of mine |
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Open three of his eyes |
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In the food stamp line |
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Open four of his eyes |
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In the food stamp line |
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Open five of his eyes |
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In the food stamp line |
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Open six of his eyes |
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In the food stamp line |
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Said she might be a devil |
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But she sure was fine |
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He wanna try it one time |
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Later that night |
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He drop on by |
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Told her all he wanna do |
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Was step up and say "hi" |
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Half an hour later |
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She had frenched his fry |
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Bobby, say good-bye |