| A poor guy that man John Thomas
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| His woman truly was a devil
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| She wasn’t all that honest
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| She tore him down on every level
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| You’re a no, good, lazy motherfucker
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| Got a, shit job you worthless motherfucker
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| You’re a, a dead beat, feel sorry for your mother
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| If I had time, I’d trade you for another
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| He don’t like that
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| He wants his life back
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| He wants to go back home
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| He tried so hard to please her
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| He sold his soul to keep her happy
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| But nothin' he did impressed her
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| She always left him feelin' shitty
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| This is it, no, this can’t be all you bought me
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| Said I’m, I’m high class, and this is where you brought me
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| Gonna, strike low just like my momma taught me
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| You’re a low life, you’re lucky that you got me
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| He don’t like that
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| He wants his life back
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| He wants to go back home
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| Down deep, way down inside him
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| The will to leave was growing stronger
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| And he bit his tongue for so long
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| He couldn’t hold back any longer
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| You’re a two, faced ruthless instigator
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| You’re a low down, triflin' masquerader
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| You’re a cold bitch, controlling conversator
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| This is too much, I’m out I’ll see ya later
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| She don’t like that
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| But he got his life back
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| No she don’t like that
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| But he’s right back on track
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| I said he went back, home |