| That’s when I first met my baby
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| She was wearing those kind of side skirts
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| You go into the place, and lately baby, you know
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| You don’t have to treat me just like dirt
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| And you know you’re so wrong
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| And I think you’re wrong, that’s who loves you
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| Though you know well enough, little girl
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| You’re givin' me the blues
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| I talked to you last night baby
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| You said you didn’t want me no more
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| You told me to walk away and leave you woman
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| But you didn’t know why you wanted to go
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| And you know you’re so wrong, woman
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| And you’re just as wrong
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| Yes you know, you loved me enough, little girl
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| You give me the blues
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| You know, you know I love my baby
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| I love my baby just, I think, a little too much
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| You know, you know, I think I love you, I love you woman
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| I think I love my baby a little bit too much
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| But you know, you know well enough, little girl
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| You also gave me the blues
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| I talked to you last night, woman
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| You said everything was all right
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| Now I don’t talk to no woman
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| You just went and treated me wrong
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| You’re just wrong
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| You gave me the blues
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| You know well enough
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| Give the fool, that’s me, the blues
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| Ow! |