| As I sit here tonight, the jukebox playing
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| That old song about the wild, wild side of life.
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| As I listen to the words you are saying,
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| It brings memories when I was a trusting wife.
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| It wasn’t God who made honky tonk angels
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| As you say in the words of your song.
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| Too many times married men think they’re still single
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| And that’s caused many a good girl to go wrong.
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| It’s a shame that all the blame is on us women,
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| It’s not true that only you, men, feel the same.
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| From the start most every heart that’s been broken
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| Was because there always was a man to blame.
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| It wasn’t God who made honky tonk angels
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| As you said in the words of your song.
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| Too many times married men think they’re still single
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| And that’s caused many a good girl to go wrong.
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| It wasn’t God who made honky tonk angels
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| As you said in the words of your song.
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| Too many times married men think they’re still single
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| And that’s caused many a good girl to go wrong.
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| It wasn’t God who made honky tonk angels
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| As you said in the words of your song.
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| Too many times married men think they’re still single
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| And that’s caused many a good girl to go wrong.
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| It wasn’t God who made honky tonk angels
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| As you said in the words of your song.
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| Too many times married men think they’re still single
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| And that’s caused many a good girl to go wrong. |