| Well, he ain’t got no time for me
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| But he likes my company
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| And ain’t that enough?
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| Girl, write him a country song
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| Cause' I won’t be ‘round for long
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| To sing him back up
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| They all know your heart is crowded
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| With salt and Big Sur sand
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| I know she never doubted
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| When you let go of her hand
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| My friends say I’m devoted
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| My friends say I’m devoted
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| Well I’ve been playing this waiting game
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| Sweeter than aspartame
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| And ain’t that enough?
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| Girl, no need to hurt yourself
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| It’s not worth your mental health
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| And he’ll never show up
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| They all know your mindless verses
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| And slick Irish goodbyes
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| I know how soft her voice is
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| When you look into my eyes
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| But you take that right away from me
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| And keep on that disguise
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| She’ll bring the fever back
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| To someone she can idolize
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| And you know I’m just devoted
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| I’ll leave those thoughts unnoticed
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| You know my friends say I’m devoted
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| My friends say I’m devoted
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| Well, I’ve been looking at you twice
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| I know it ain’t right
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| Here’s to looking at you twice
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| I know it ain’t right
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| I’ve been looking at you twice
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| I know it ain’t right
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| Here’s to looking at you twice
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| I know that I ain’t right
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| My friends say I’m devoted
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| My friends say I’m devoted |