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You used to leave your scent |
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On his whiskey soaked collar |
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You both would paint the town |
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Drink up his very last dollar |
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Then you loved him for fun |
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And rode away when it was done |
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Now he's confused and I know why |
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Man, wipe that mud from your eye |
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Ain't like rain |
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Remember lively little Richard |
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When his band was playing in town |
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You were in need of attention |
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So he thought he'd take you on down |
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And there you first saw me |
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And realized you were no longer free |
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Cuz true love good girls can't deny |
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It comes and goes like mud in your eye. |
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Sometimes a victim can run |
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But not when both have been won |
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And I ain't no stranger |
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Once you could thrill me |
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Now I'm the jury |
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And you'll be a cinch to convict |
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Your boy's gonna make that great escape |
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While you're laid bare on the ground |
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This vengeance had to end in crime |
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I built you up to shoot you down |
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You know I'm not usually that kind |
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But you didn't know he was a brother of mine |
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I'll just laugh if you cry |
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Now ain't that mud in your eye |
