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He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns |
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Sweet-talkin' forked tongue had a temptin' charm |
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Before I turned around, that girl was gone |
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All I can say is, "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong" |
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Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass |
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I hope she's happy with him |
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Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world |
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That angel who did me in |
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Well, I think the devil drives a Coupe De Ville |
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I watched 'em drive away over the hill |
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Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill |
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Down in Brokenheartsville |
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It was long on chrome, sittin' in the lot |
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An' fire engine red, that thing was hot |
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He revved it up, she waved goodbye |
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Well, love's gone to Hell and so have I |
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Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass |
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I hope she's happy with him |
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Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world |
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That angel who did me in |
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I think the devil drives a Coupe De Ville |
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I watched 'em drive away over the hill |
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Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill |
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Down in Brokenheartsville |
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Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass |
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I hope she's happy with him |
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Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world |
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That angel who did me in |
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I think the devil drives a Coupe De Ville |
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I watched 'em drive away over the hill |
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Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill |
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Down in Brokenheartsville |
