| Late last night my bride came by
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| Tell me that she’d let me high
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| She didn’t even make me cry
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| I wasn’t even worried
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| I told her not to mind at all
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| That I would take it and play ball
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| I hope she don’t have far to fall
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| When she finds out 'bout Mavis
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| Leave the bottles on the floor
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| 'Cause I won’t live here anymore
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| I’ll be livin' right next door
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| With Mavis
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| We used to play kings and queens
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| Play at ball upon the green
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| And man, you should have heard her sing
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| To think it might be ovr
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| Now, Mavis she knows where I’v been
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| And she don’t try to fence me in
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| She plays ball, and she drinks gin
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| I think it’s her I’ll marry
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| So you can leave the bottles on the floor
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| 'Cause I won’t live here anymore
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| I’ll be livin' right next door
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| With Mavis |