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Well someone taught |
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Your walls to talk |
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But if they ask me, |
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I ain't heard a thing |
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Back to the wall |
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Back to the ball |
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Back to the drawing board |
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Back to the wall |
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Back to the ball |
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Back to the drawing board |
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Back to the wall |
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Back to the ball |
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Back to the drawing board again |
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There was a snowstorm in Jackson |
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When you and I met |
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At a club called St Sebastian's |
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But the sign said something |
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I remember thinkin that I didn't |
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Have a shot at Mississippi |
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Television showed us |
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Which roads would be closing |
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There goes a rap show |
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Everybody knew you as the |
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Wife of a famous man |
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Everyone who knew said |
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"There goes Dixon's girl again" |
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And ever the walls will lean closer |
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When she play's the piano real slow |
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Haven't met too many women |
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In this business that I really like |
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But you can hold a little liquor |
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You can hold a conversation |
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You can hold your own mike |
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And even that night |
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I learned the truth about your man |
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You gotta be big |
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To treat pretty girls bad |
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(Refrain) |
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And it's not much |
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But my money's on you |
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It's not much |
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but my money's on you |
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It's not much |
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but my money, my money's on you |
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Well I heard from the rest of the world |
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You're in trouble |
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Bad news moves like fire |
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That you fight on the phone |
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Well I'm too far away |
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My well-wishin can't touch you |
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But I think of you still |
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More than you might suppose |
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Everybody wants to see you |
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With your hair down |
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Wanna hear you hit the high note |
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Wanna know if they can get you |
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For a little less |
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Girl, I don't |
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I know how those stones can fly |
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Had some hard goodbyes |
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Call me up, day or night |
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Free drinks and bad advice |
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(Refrain) |
