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Well all right, baby |
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I guess I know the score |
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You better get to packin' |
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I don't want you around here anymore |
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You come home looking funky |
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Your clothes all in a mess |
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And your story wasn't fittin' |
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Any better than your dress |
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Well all right, baby |
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Now I know the score |
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Well you better get to gettin' |
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I don't want to see you around here anymore |
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(Guitar solo) |
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You came in one time too many |
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Lyin' out both sides of your mouth |
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You said you was at your mother's |
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But I really got my doubts |
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I seen you at the Rainbow |
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Hangin' out with Red |
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And if I get my hands on you, baby |
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You're gonna wish that you were dead |
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Well all right, baby |
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Now I know the score |
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Well you better get to movin' |
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I don't want you around here anymore |
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You'd better get to goin', baby |
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I done got into your game, baby |
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Uh huh, thought you was foolin' me, huh? |
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Now I know, baby |
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I know better |
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I'll teach you not to cheat on me |
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Yeah, baby, comin' at 'ya |
