| You come here to do some desperate thing
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| Like I’m some fool from a film
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| I waited many nights, don’t wait anymore, she said
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| But what if I did? |
| Do you think that I been sleeping here alone
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| Crying, waiting on a ring?
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| See I don’t dig those kind of blues anymore, she said
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| But what if I did?
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| Is that an invitation to use my love in your man’s man’s world?
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| But maybe I’ll be the one to roll you over
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| I’ll call when I wanna, call you honey magnolia
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| And I’ll be the one to let you know when the sweet taste is gone
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| And it’s over, honey magnolia
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| I spent so many nights just blowin' in the wind
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| Sleepin' in the shirt that you wore
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| I used to race this town, cryin' in the night, she said
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| I don’t cry anymore
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| Maybe they’re lining up to take you back in your man’s man’s world
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| Maybe I’ll be the one to roll you over
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| I’ll call when I wanna, call you honey magnolia
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| And I’ll be the one to let you know when the sweet taste is gone
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| And it’s over, honey magnolia
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| Maybe I’ll be the one to roll you over
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| I’ll call when I wanna, I’ll call you honey magnolia
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| And I’ll be the one to let you know when the sweet taste is gone
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| And it’s over…
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| Baby, I’ll the one you’ll never get over
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| The thorn in your pride, sweet honey magnolia
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| And maybe I’ll come, running at the end of the night
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| When you’re older, honey magnolia |