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Everywhere you look, you can write a book, |
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On the trouble with a woman an' a man. |
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But you cannot impose, you can't stick your nose, |
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Into somethin' that you don't understand. |
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Still you wonder: |
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true? |
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Who don't even care anymore? |
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It makes you wonder: |
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight, |
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An' whose car is parked next door? |
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I thought |
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I knew him well; |
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I really coudn't tell, |
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That he had another lover on his mind. |
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You see, it felt so right when he held me tight, |
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How could |
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I be so blind? |
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But still you wonder: |
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true? |
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Who don't even care anymore? |
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It makes you wonder: |
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight, |
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An' whose car is parked next door? |
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Instrumental break. |
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A heart is on the line each an' every time, |
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Love is stolen in the shadows of the night. |
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Though it's wrong all along, it keeps goin' on, |
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As long as they keep out of sight. |
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But still you wonder: |
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true? |
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Who don't even care anymore? |
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It makes you wonder: |
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight, |
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An' whose car is parked next door? |
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Still you wonder: |
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true? |
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Who don't even care anymore? |
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It makes you wonder: |
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight, |
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An' whose car is parked next door? |
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Still you wonder: |
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true? |
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Who don't even care anymore? |
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It makes you wonder: |
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight, |
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An' whose car is parked next door? |
