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I was looking for a cheap car in the |
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Sunday classifieds |
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When an ad jumped out and hit me right between my bugged out eyes |
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It was a two year old |
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Mercedes, only seven-hundred bucks |
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I couldn't make my trembling fingers dial that number fast enough |
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The woman who picked up the phone said, '' |
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Yes, it's still for sale |
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But I've had about one-thousand calls so you'd better move your tail.'' |
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When I drove up that long driveway with the cash there in my hand |
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She met me at the garage with a short skirt and a tan |
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We took it for a test drive, |
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I couldn't believe my luck |
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She said, '' |
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I'll throw in them old |
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Palmer golf clubs there in the trunk.'' |
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None of this was making sense but then it dawned on me |
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She referred to her old man as a cheating |
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S O B. Chorus: |
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It was a classic case of woman scorned |
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She'll make that man wish he had never been born |
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She's a forty something year old judge and jury |
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Hell hath no fury like revenge of a middle aged woman. |
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So she took me out to breakfast, put it on his credit card |
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By the time they poured the coffee, she was pouring out her heart |
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Stories of his sneaking round and sordid escapades |
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Secretaries, waitresses, and bimbos half his age |
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She said, '' |
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You know there's one thing |
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I ought to thank him for |
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He ticked me off so much, |
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I put new locks on my doors.'' |
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Chorus: It was a classic case of woman scorned |
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She'll make that man wish he had never been born |
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She's a forty something year old judge and jury |
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Hell hath no fury like revenge of a middle aged woman. |
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Well, I believe good wine and women get better with time |
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And if you ask me that man's a fool or else he must be blind |
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I'll never know his motives, can't get inside his head |
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But, I'm driving his mercedes and |
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I'm sleeping in his bed. |
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Chorus: It was a classic case of woman scorned |
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She'll make that man wish he had never been born |
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She's a forty something year old judge and jury |
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Hell hath no fury like revenge of a middle aged woman. |
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I know I oughta feel guilty about something |
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