| That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain’t my shade of pink
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| And I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it’s like forty dollars too cheap
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| And there’s a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread
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| Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know I don’t drink red
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| Found it over in the corner
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| Wadded up on the bedroom floor
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| You shoulda hid it in the closet
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| You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it
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| Now I’ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry
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| Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line
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| Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you
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| All those midnights sneaking in
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| «I'm late again, oh, I’m so sorry»
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| All the Ajax in the world ain’t gonna clean your dirty laundry
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| If the neighbors get to asking, I won’t cover nothin' up
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| I’ll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud
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| I’m gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch
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| Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door
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| Yeah, I’ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry
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| Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line
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| Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you
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| All those midnights sneaking in
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| «I'm late again, oh, I’m so sorry»
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| All the Ajax in the world ain’t gonna clean your dirty laundry
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| Found it over in the corner
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| Wadded up on the bedroom floor
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| You shoulda hid it in the closet
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| You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it
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| Now I’ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry
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| Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line
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| Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you
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| All those midnights sneaking in
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| «I'm late again, oh, I’m so sorry»
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| All the Ajax in the world ain’t gonna clean your dirty laundry
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| (Out to dry)
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| (To the line)
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| (To the line) |