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zuò cí : Crow, Ritchie |
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One, two, one, two, three, four |
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Ohh, yeah, yeah |
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This here ain' t no love song and it ain' t for you |
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It' s for the folks who relate to what |
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I' ve been going through |
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It' s for the forty hour overtimer working man |
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And to the good women out there, |
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I know you' ll understand |
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Why don' t you run off to |
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L. A. and lose your mind? |
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Get some energy doctor to tell you everything is fine |
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We can still be friends like you talk about |
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But first give me back them pearls |
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And the keys to my fucking house, get out |
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They say all we need is just a little patience |
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But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance, yeah |
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I' m hating to admit it even if it' s your wife |
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Tell her pack your shit |
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And take the first train out of my life, oh yeah |
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It' s a classic line, baby, |
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I just wanna be friends |
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But baby, my friends don' t have keys to my |
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Mercedes Benz, no |
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I think I know what you mean, you wanna talk and such |
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Tell me all your problems but we don' t fuck, ain' t that right? |
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I had plenty of friends ' fore |
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I met you, |
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I don' t need no more |
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So now I think it' s time you started heading out for the door |
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And even though |
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I feel real bad tonight |
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Please pack your shit |
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And take the first train out of my life, oh, yeah |
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They say all we need is just a little patience, yeah |
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But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance, |
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I knowI' m hating to admit it even if it' s your wife |
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Tell her pack your bags and take the first train out of my life |
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Ohh, ohhWhy don' t you run off to |
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L. A. and lose your mind? |
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You got fifteen minutes and |
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I think you' re wasting time, yeah |
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It' s easy to see when you' ve lost your mind |
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But here I' ll be when you decide to come back blind, ooh |
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You were a midwest girl who say she like to drink beer and hang |
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And now you' re walking red carpets, talking |
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New York hip hop slang |
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And even though |
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I might break down and cry tonight |
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Please pack your shit |
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And take the first train out of my life, oh, yeah, yeah |
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Why don' t you run off to |
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L. A., why don' t you run off to |
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L. A.? Why don' t you run off to |
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L. A.? Why don' t you run off to |
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L. A., why don' t you run off to |
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L. A.? |