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Last night all alone in a barroom met a man with a drink in his hand |
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He had baby blue eyes coal black hair and a smile that a girl understands |
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Then he came and sat down at my table and as he placed his hand over mine |
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I found myself wanting to kiss him for temptation was flowing like wine |
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And I was almost persuaded to strip myself of my pride |
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Almost persuaded to push my conscience aside |
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Then we danced and he whispered |
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I need you |
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Let me take you away and be your man |
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Then I looked into his eyes and |
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I saw it the reflection of my wedding band |
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And I was almost persuaded to let strange lips lead me on |
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Almost persuaded but your sweet love made me stop and go home |
