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She comes sneakin' up thinkin' I'm sleepin', ya'll |
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And I met her at the back door |
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I handed her her suitcase, told her don't come back no more |
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She turned as she was leavin', and she looked dead straight at me |
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She said if you think I can't find me another man, honey, you must be crazy |
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Do it |
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You better leave while you can, honey, better get to it |
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The place where you been stayin' has become the place you ain't |
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And everything's in your suitcase except your wig, hat, powder and paint |
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A friend of mine used to run one time with a gal named Lou |
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There seemed to be no end, ya'll, to the evil she could do |
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She took him for everything he had, and then she called him a clown |
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They put that boy in Huntsville 'cause he shot that woman down |
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Do it |
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Got a real good idea, honey, better get to it |
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I thought you was an angel, you're a Jezebel instead |
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I don't want no cheatin', lyin' woman sleepin' in my bed |
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She was 19 years old, ya'll, her mother's only child |
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And she did not have no shame |
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Took my money, hard earned money |
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And spent it all on five other men |
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So do it |
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Better leave while you can honey, better get to it |
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I thought you was an angel, but you a Jezebel instead |
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I don't want no cheatin', lyin' woman, sleepin' in my bed |
