| What’s the matter with you, pops; |
| you sure look beat about the gills this bright
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| Oh, man, that soft cut out on me
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| What you sayin'?
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| Yes, she copped a final on me
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| I know you was too proud
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| Solid M-O, man, but that’s the last time for that jive
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| I know you gonna tell her somethin'
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| For the last time, I cried over you;
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| For the last time, I sighed over you;
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| I found out I can do without you;
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| Never thought that I could
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| Never dreamed that I would
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| Be feeling like I do and not be feeling blue
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| For the first time, there’s a song in my heart
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| Since the last time we drifted apart;
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| And when you said, «I'm afraid it’s all over,»
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| That was the first time I knew
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| For the last time, now, I cried over you!
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| For the last time, for the very last time, baby
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| For the last time, your daddy has cried, cried over you! |