| She don’t like him talkin' to blondes
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| Girls in town ain’t used to men like John
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| Another waitress sets him up for free
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| Ain’t that good lookin',
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| but he sure knows what to say
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| Yeah, he’s got a voice
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| Like a tuxedo and pink champagne
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| When he speaks his heart,
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| It sounds so lonely, like a leavin' train
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| Yeah, he’s got a voice
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| Like a tuxedo and pink champagne
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| When he speaks his heart, he sounds so lonely
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| You’re one silver-tongued devil
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| Next door neighbors since we were nine
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| This old mill town is in a sharp decline
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| Talks about leaving almost every day
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| It’s the end of the season
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| And there’s no reason to stay
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| Yeah, he’s got a voice
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| Like a tuxedo and pink champagne
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| When he speaks his heart,
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| He sounds so lonely, like a leavin' train
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| Yeah, he’s got a voice
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| Like a tuxedo and pink champagne
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| When he speaks his heart, he sounds so lonely
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| You’re one silver-tongued devil
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| Sometimes he’d talk about a fantasy
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| To go off and become a famous guy
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| His girlfriend went and had the baby
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| And how it would just break his heart now
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| To leave them behind
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| Yeah, he’s got a voice
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| Like a tuxedo and pink champagne
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| When he speaks his heart,
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| He sounds so lonely, like a leavin' train
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| Yeah, he’s got a voice
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| like a tuxedo and pink champagne
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| When he speaks his heart, he sounds so lonely
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| You’re one silver-tongued,
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| You’re one silver-tongued,
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| You’re one silver-tongued devil |