| I heard tale you got a brand, new boy
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| They say you done well, he’s the real McCoy
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| He’s a hootin' toot to boot, they all agree
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| Well, honey, he might be alright, but he ain’t me
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| I bet that guy’s got a lot of 'tude
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| He cares, he swears he’s there for you
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| He thinks he’s Mr. Right, and he might be
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| But he ain’t right for you, 'cause, honey, he ain’t me
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| He ain’t the one who can love you best
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| He ain’t got this heart beating in his chest
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| He may be sweet, he might be true
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| And there’s a girl for him, but, girl, it ain’t you
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| I feel bad, 'cause when you break up
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| You gonna crush that boy like a dixie cup
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| Well, you’ll come running back eventually
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| 'Cause when all is said, and done, he ain’t me
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| He ain’t me
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| He ain’t the one who can love you best
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| He ain’t got this heart beating in his chest
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| He may be sweet, he might be true
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| And there’s a girl for him, but, girl, it ain’t you
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| I feel bad, 'cause when you break up
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| You gonna crush that boy like a dixie cup
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| Well, you’ll come running back eventually
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| 'Cause when all is said, and done
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| He won’t be the one
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| That Porsche, that son of a gun
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| He ain’t me
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| No, he ain’t me
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| He ain’t me
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| No, he ain’t me
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| He ain’t me, girl |