| Come on get wise, Milord
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| Her lips tells lies, Milord
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| The girl that you adore
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| Has found another guy
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| She just got bored, Milord
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| Now you’re ignored, Milord
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| Deep down inside your pride
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| Won’t let you say goodbye
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| That southern belle, Milord
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| Has got a heart of ice
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| Love can be done, Milord
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| As well as paradise
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| You met her at a bar
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| Her lips were ruby red
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| Her lazy southern draw
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| Soon turn your noble head
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| You swore you never part
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| Though you live far away
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| How could you know a heart
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| Like other hearts would stray
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| Come on get hip, Milord
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| And let life rip, Milord
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| Be sure there’s plenty more
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| Of loving to be done
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| There, just to meet, Milord
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| With lips as sweet, Milord
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| And hearts to make and break
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| Before the race is run
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| So hit the town, Milord
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| Come on and be my guest
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| We’ll turn it upside down
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| And devil takes the rest
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| The story is the same
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| Whenever young love grows
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| And no one is to blame
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| It’s just the way it goes
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| You’re not the first who’s found
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| That love can be unkind
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| And still the world goes round
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| But one heart’s left behind |