| Woman you must be stone down crazy
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| Either you’re going to lose your mind
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| Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy
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| Either you’re going to lose your mind
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| Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby
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| You must think my little heart is made of iron
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| Lord as I sit here in my dark room
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| Tears rolling down from my eyes
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| Yes I sit I sit here in my dark room
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| Tears rolling all down from my eyes
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| Yes you know my little baby looked at me and said daddy
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| Ohh, God knows you’re the hurted child
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| Oh yeah
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| Somebody come and get me Yes I think I’m going back down south
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| People where the weather suits my clothes
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| Yes I said I’m going back down south
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| People where the weather suits my clothes
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| Yes you know that I’m playing around in this big city so long man
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| Ohh, 'till I’m almost just done frooze
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| Darling you must be stone crazy
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| Or either you’re going to lose your mind
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| Yes I said woman you must be stone down crazy
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| Either you’re going to lose your mind
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| Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so low down and dirty
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| You must be think my little heart is made of iron
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| Wow as I sit here in my dark room
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| Tears rolling all down my eyes
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| Yes I sit I sit right here right here in my dark room
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| Tears rolling all down from my eyes
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| Yes you know my little girl looked at me and said
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| Ohh, my daddy is a hurted child
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| Ohh, Look-a-here now
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| Somebody come here
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| Lord I believe I’m going back down south
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| Where the weather suits my clothes
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| Yes I believe I’m going back down south
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| People where the weather suits my clothes
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| Yes you know that I’ve played around in these big cities so long man
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| Ohh, 'till I’m almost done frooze |