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Don't mind doing dishes at night |
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Picking up all your mess that you're leaving behind |
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'Cause you go on the road for a month at a time |
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You say you can't wait to get back home |
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And I don't mind when you're coming home late |
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Whiskey on your breath, say you made a mistake |
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Kissed a girl on the mouth, it was a three-dollar bet |
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But you'll always call me your own |
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How can I be the one that cries for you unless you love me true? |
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How can I be the one that lets it slide unless you take the time |
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to be a good man to me? |
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Any day of the week |
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Tell the boys all "No," that you just can't go |
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No, tonight it's just my baby and me |
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Be a good man to me |
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I understand if it's not in your way |
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to go doting about on a lady all day |
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But the simplest thing that would make my heart ring |
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Well, you don't even think to do it |
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So if it's too much to be giving enough |
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to keep the sparkle alive |
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I guess that we tried everything that we could |
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to keep our love going good |
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And I'd like to think I'm better for it |
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And if you did ever really love me then it wasn't in vain |
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'Cause what's a girl without a broken heart and some baggage to claim |
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when she climbs on a plane |
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I don't mind doing dishes at night |
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Picking up all your mess that you're leaving behind |
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'Cause you go on the road for a month at a time |
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You say you can't wait to get back home |