| Well the lipstick on this coffee cup
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| It ain’t your shade of red
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| And the perfume on the pillow on your side of the bed ain’t the kind you used
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| to wear
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| But you said you don’t love me
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| And she said she don’t care
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| She likes the sad songs that play all night long
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| She never turns them off, just signs along
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| She likes the big screen and the whole team
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| And wants seconds of my chicken and my baked beans
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| It might not be love like our love was
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| But girl that’s alright
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| Cause she don’t count the beers I drink at night
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| She don’t make me wanna stay in bed when Monday rolls around
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| She don’t have that touch that sends me ten feet off the ground like you used
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| to (Like you used to)
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| Yeah believe me man, she’s something
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| Baby she ain’t you
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| She likes the sad songs that play all night long
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| She never turns them off, just signs along
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| She likes the big screen and the whole team
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| And wants seconds of my chicken and my baked beans
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| It might not be love like our love was
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| But girl that’s alright
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| Cause she don’t count the beers I drink at night
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| She’s all that I never though I’d find
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| Yea, but she can’t get you off my mind
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| She likes the sad songs that play all night long
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| She never turns them off, just signs along
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| She likes the big screen and the whole team
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| And wants seconds of my chicken and my baked beans
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| It might not be love like our love was
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| But girl that’s alright
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| Cause she don’t count the beers I drink at night
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| Yea, she don’t count the beers I drink at night |