| In an all-night diner 'bout a quarter 'til three
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| A pretty girl’s cuttin' bedroom eyes at me
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| She takes her coffee one sugar, one cream
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| She takes her coffee just like me
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| In an all-night diner off the interstate
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| Too much fun outrunnin' fate
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| With a fork she pokes the eggs on her plate
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| I said «Baby what’s wrong?», she said «It's gettin' late»
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| And what more is there left to say?
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| When we watch tomorrow turn today
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| And why’d you have to look at me that way?
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| My honey, my darlin', my lover too late
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| My honey, my darlin', my lover too late
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| In a run-down room is where we’ll lie
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| Lose all meanin' of wrong and right
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| We can be each other’s if for just one night
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| And if the sun comes a-callin', pull the curtains tight
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| From a run-down room off the interstate
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| Headed in to work about an hour late
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| If lovin' you could earn a steady pay
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| I’d never have to work again another day
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| And what more is there left to say?
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| When we watch tomorrow turn today
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| And why’d you have to look at me that way?
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| My honey, my darlin', my lover too late
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| My honey, my darlin', my lover too late
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| And why’d you have to look at me that way?
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| My honey, my darlin', my lover too late |