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My girl's best friend she told me, |
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She said "All your loves in vain" |
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Said "That girls gonna leave you" |
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So I sing this love refrain |
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"That girl she's gonna walk out that door |
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So you better treat her right" |
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So I'm treating her right |
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I ran back home to tell her |
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That I still ached for her touch |
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A man don't wanna believe none |
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That he hurt his woman oh so much |
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The note sat there by the front door |
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It said "I left tonight" |
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But I treated her right |
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Broke down on that doorstep |
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Tear come to my eye |
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Should of believed that woman |
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She could tell no lie |
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Knock on the door next evening |
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A shadow, a familiar outline |
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Girl come up and smile and me |
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And I know I'm gonna feel fine |
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My futures looking bright and rosy |
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My girl's best friend puts her hand in mine |
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Now I'm feeling alright |
