| When you’re sad and lonely, thinking about your only
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| Feeling disgusted and you’re blue
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| How your heart is achin', yes, it’s almost breakin'
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| No one to tell your troubles to
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| That’s the time you hang your head
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| And begin to cry
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| All your friends forsake you, trouble overtakes you
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| And your good man turns you down
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| People talk about you, everybody doubts you
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| And your friends can’t be found
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| Not a soul to ease your pain, you cry in vain
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| You’ve got the bleeding hearted blues
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| Say papa, tell me what’s on your mind
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| Pretty papa, tell me what’s on your mind
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| You keep my poor heart achin', and I’m worried all the time
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| Lord, I gave up every friend I had
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| I gave up every friend I had
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| Yes, I gave up my mother, I even gave up dear old dad
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| Let me tell you just what your man will do
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| Let me tell you what your man will do
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| He’ll flirt with other women, come home, and start a fight with you
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| Don’t take another woman to be your friend
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| Don’t take another woman to be your friend
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| She’ll steal your man, they’re plotting again |