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(Pam Tillis/Dean Dillon) |
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I ain't even gonna ask you |
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I can read you like a book |
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Girl if I ever saw one that's an |
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I can't believe |
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I did that look |
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You look like something that the cat drug in |
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So I won't kick you while you're down |
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Just let me tell you friend to friend ' |
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Bout a block |
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I've been around |
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Did you really think last night would last forever |
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Did you really think that guy hung the moon |
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Right now you hate yourself 'cause you knew better |
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But there's no use crying over spilled perfume |
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There's a big difference between lonely |
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And lonely for way too long |
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And I knew when he made his move |
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You weren't feeling all that strong |
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So I bit my tongue 'cause |
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I saw it coming |
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As you danced so close to him |
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It's two steps forward and three steps back |
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When a heart is on the mend |
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Did you really think last night would last forever |
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Did you really think that guy hung the moon |
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Right now you hate yourself 'cause you knew better |
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But there's no use crying over spilled perfume |
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You fell in a moment of weakness |
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Well you just got to pull yourself back up |
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Dry your morning-after tears ' |
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Cause what's done is done |
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Did you really think last night would last forever |
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Did you really think that guy hung the moon |
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Right now you hate yourself 'cause you knew better |
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But there's no use crying over spilled perfume |
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No use crying over, no use crying over |
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No use crying over, spilled perfume |
