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When I first met you, baby |
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Weren't you a sweet, little thing |
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Worked my fool head off |
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Just to buy that diamond ring |
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Now things are kind of funny |
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You know the way it goes |
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Now you want to put that ring |
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Right on through my nose |
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You put me through the grinder |
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And I kept coming back for more |
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Now all I want to see of you |
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Is your back side headed out that door |
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Well, you said you needed night school |
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And I went along with that |
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Till I followed you last Wednesday, baby |
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Up to Sonny's flat |
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I put one and one together |
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And it added up to fool |
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Cause what Sonny's got to offer, baby |
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Ain't teached in any school |
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You put me through the grinder |
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You hurt me like an open sore |
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I don't want no more excuses, baby |
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Just get on out the door |
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(Guitar solo) |
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Ohh, they say this is a world of troubles |
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Ohh, I've had my share |
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But you're the kind of burden |
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I really don't need to bare |
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I came home a little early |
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Lord, what I found there |
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I walked in on you and Richard |
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And your legs were up in the air |
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I'm gonna put you through the grinder |
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I'm gonna even up the score |
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You better get yourself a lawyer, baby |
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We're about to go to war |
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What 'cha tryin' to do to me? |
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Yeah, look here |
