| She ain’t a lady, but she’s my baby, she gotta lotta soul
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| I take her out to the local hop, 'cos she sure digs rock and roll
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| She keeps a’me guessing
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| She’s always messing with guys who’re twice my size
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| To tell you the truth she’s always telling me lies"
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| A’she’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin' Rita
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| A’she’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin' Rita, you oughta meet her
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| And I know, yes I know how much I need her, my cheatin' Rita
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| She’s my sweeeet, neeat a’cheatin' Rita
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| I never take her and I don’t blame her, she really turns me on
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| But I don’t care 'cos I’m well aware that she don’t know right from wrong
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| Who could be sweeter than cheatin' Rita, she makes me feel so good
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| And I wouldn’t change one hair on her head if I could
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| She’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin' Rita
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| She’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin' Rita, you oughta meet her
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| And I know, yes I know how much I need her, my cheatin' Rita
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| She’s my sweeeet, neeat a’cheatin' Rita
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| Oh yes
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| Huh
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| A’she’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin' Rita
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| A’she’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin' Rita, you oughta meet her
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| And I know, yes I know how much I need her, my cheatin' Rita
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| She’s my sweeeet, neeat a’cheatin' Rita |