| Hello, young lover, you ain’t gonna get to my heart
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| Hello, young lover, you ain’t gonna get to start
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| Everybody knows that
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| From the start
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| You’ve been nothing but a pro at
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| Breaking hearts
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| You know that everyone all over
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| Keeps repeating
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| That you’re just a Casanova
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| With your cheatin' and your lies
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| Everyone around says you’re from another town
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| That you’re nothing but a playboy
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| Take my advice and think about it twice and
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| Go and find yourself another playtoy
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| You ain’t a-gonna sell me
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| Don’t even try
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| 'Cause there’s nothing you can tell me
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| To change my mind
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| 'Cause you’ve left a trail behind you
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| And just you wait and see
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| In jail they’re gonna find you
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| And then they’ll throw away the key
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| Oh, goodbye, young lover, you ain’t gonna get to my heart
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| I said, goodbye, young lover, you ain’t gonna get to start
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| You ain’t a-gonna sell me
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| Don’t even try
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| 'Cause there’s nothing you can tell me
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| To change my mind
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| 'Cause you’ve left a trail behind you
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| And just you wait and see
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| In jail they’re gonna find you
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| And then they’ll throw away the key
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| I said, goodbye, young lover, you ain’t gonna get to my heart
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| Oh, goodbye, young lover, you ain’t gonna get to start |