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The first hint of morning, someone's snoring |
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The cat upstairs is yawning and calling her name |
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She's in a playful way and a venomous mood |
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When she bites my ear, it's just for fun |
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And I believe her when she says, "I'm glad we never wed" |
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Better off with the butter than the bread |
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Then quick, before she breathes, so gently I'm seized |
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My ear to her belly, whoa, nelly |
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It's just like she said |
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Better off with the butter than the bread |
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Now take it as a warning, the first hint of morning |
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There's good times ahead |
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Open the dawning, cars are crawling |
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Their rides outside are snoring, and it's pouring with rain |
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And in the strangest way the night behaves |
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In patterns and shapes that suggest that I escaped |
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And I believe her when she says, "I'm glad you never left" |
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Better off with a lover than a friend |
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Than quick before she speaks |
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So quickly I ease my lips to her cheek and thank Jesus |
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It's just like she said |
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Better off with the butter than the bread |
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Now take it as a warning, the first hint of morning |
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Oh, there's good times ahead |
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(Just like she said) |
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Oh, there's good times ahead |
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(Just like she said) |
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There's good times ahead |
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(Just like she said, good times ahead) |
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There's good times ahead |
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Yeah, there's good times ahead |
