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(music: Lardie, Russell, Kendall, Spitz / lyrics: Russell) |
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Twenty minutes left 'til midnight, |
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I'm starin' at the door, |
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I swore this time |
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I wouldn't wait no more |
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Everytime she leaves me hangin', |
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I suffer and |
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I bleed, but when she gives me lovin', she gimme all |
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I need; and she knows |
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I want her more than |
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I can bear. |
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Hey, Little |
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Mama, won'cha come along with me, |
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I got that mood for loving and |
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I need some company. |
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Hey, little sister why don'cha come along, |
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It feels so good, |
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I know it can't be wrong. |
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Hey hey, Little |
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Mama Well, |
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I got no paid vacation and |
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I got no limousine, ain't got no star on |
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Hollywood or my picture in a magazine. |
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But I've more than |
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I can handle, and she's more than |
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I can spend, so here |
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I am waitin' 'round again; and she knows |
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I need her more than |
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I can stand. |
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Right here in your lovin' arms, |
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I wish that |
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I could stay; endless nights of ecstasy ride my blues away. |
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Darlin' can't believe that |
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I'm starin' at this door, |
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I swore last time |
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I wouldn't wait no more. |