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Now listen to me people |
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'Cause I wanna tell you something. |
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Every single day |
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I go on my way |
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And I won't worry about my baby, |
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Worry about my girl, |
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'Cause she's a pretty one. |
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Yeah, yeah, |
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Whoa, yeah. |
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Find me another woman, |
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My love for her is gone, |
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And I don't worry about my baby, |
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Worry about my girl, |
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Oh yeah. |
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Just have to tell me true, |
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Oh yeah. |
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If she had to do the thing she done |
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She might have used more tact; |
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I can't be responsible |
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For all the love she lacked. |
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Yeah, yeah. |
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This is a true story, people. |
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That's a pretty tune. |
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I'm a'telling you |
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'Cause every single day |
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When I go on my way |
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I won't worry about my baby, |
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Yeah, she's in another town, (?) |
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I'll tell you, baby, |
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Whoa, yeah. |
