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Let me tell you daddy, |
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Momma ain't gonna sit here and grieve |
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Pack up your stuff and get ready to leave |
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I stood your foolishness long enough, |
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So now I'm gonna call your bluff |
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Oh, I'm gonna call your hand, |
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So, now daddy here's my plan |
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Ain't gonna play no second fiddle 'cause, |
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I'm used to playin' lead |
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You must think that I am blind, |
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You've been cheatin' me all the time |
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Whoa yeah, you still flirt |
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And you'll notice I ain't hurt, |
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To see you with my chum |
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Do you think that I am dumb |
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You 'cause me to drink, |
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When I sit down and think |
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And notice that you never take heed |
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I went to your house the other night, |
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Caught you and your good girl havin' a fight |
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Ain't gonna play no second fiddle 'cause |
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I'm used to playin lead |
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Caught you with your good-time tramp, |
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So, now I'm gonna put out your lamp |
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Oh, poppa, I ain't sore |
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You ain't gonna mess up with me no more |
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I'm gonna flirt with another guy, |
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Then you're gonna hang your head an' cry |
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Ain't gonna play no second fiddle 'cause |
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I'm used to playin' lead |