| You lay around, you fool around
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| And finally you lose her
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| All the lies and alibis
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| Will fail to move her
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| And now days you never know
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| Who’s gonna blow you cover
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| You better start cleanin' house
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| Of all them poor little love her
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| And I’m not talkin' about tomorrow
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| I’m talking about today
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| You might get another chance with her
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| If it ain’t already to late
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| And who knows she might forgive you
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| And if she does you better walk that line
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| You’re gonna lose that soulful woman
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| She’s gonna be mine
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| You oughta know what goes on
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| When she gets no lovin'
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| Nights alone don’t make a home
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| She’ll go out lookin'
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| So stand by, let it ride
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| And when love starts fadin'
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| She’ll walk on out the door
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| And buddy I’ll be waitin'
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| And I’m not talkin' about tomorrow
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| I’m talkin' about today
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| You might get another chance with her
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| If it ain’t already too late
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| And who knows she might forgive you
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| And if she does you better walk that line
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| You’re gonna lose that soulful woman
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| She’s gonna be mine
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| A soulful woman
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| A just soulful woman
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| A soulful woman
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| And she’s gonna be mine |