| I think you better
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| I think you better try to find another man
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| Try, try to find one who loves you
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| And live with you the best you can
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| Don’t start none of that grieving
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| This time she’s leaving
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| She’s packin’up her suitcase
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| Try to find another man
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| When she first met you
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| You were her everything
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| You meant so much to her
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| She just had to be your loving bride
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| But in five years, you’ve changed
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| Now you never do nothin'
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| All you ever do is sit around the TV set, feed your fat face with slop
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| And make the woman’s life a complete misery
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| I think you better
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| I think you better try to find another man
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| Try, try to find one who loves you
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| And live with you the best you can
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| Don’t start none of that grieving
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| 'Cause this time she’s leaving
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| She’s packin’up her suitcase
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| Try to find another man
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| From the early hours of the morning
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| Till the late hours at night
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| You keep on braggin’on your lady
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| And tell them folks, she done nothin’right till date
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| Oh, can’t stand it no more
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| She’s got fed up with everything about you
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| So take a friend’s advice, go on with your life
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| And try to find another man
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| I think you better
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| I think you better try to find another man
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| Try, try to find one who loves you, yeah
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| And live with you the best you can
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| Don’t start none of that grieving
|
| 'Cause this time she’s leaving
|
| She’s packin’up her suitcase
|
| Try to find one who loves you
|
| And live with you the best you can
|
| Don’t start none of that grieving
|
| 'Cause this time she’s leaving
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| Packin’up her suitcase
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| Try to find another man |