| Oh, this time I won’t listen to your small petty troubles to someone else
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| You should feel half as sorry for her as you’re feeling for yourself
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| Don’t you know what I’d give to live, like you live with her and to hold me
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| tight
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| Yes I know what it’s like in her arms I was just there last night
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| I know what it’s like in her arms I was just there last night
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| And the next time that you do her wrong, I’ll be back there to do her right
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| Just because that you ration your loving, don’t lessen her appetite
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| Yes I know what it’s like in her arms, I was just there last night
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| Oh, how long do you think, she’ll go on throwing fights and letting you win
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| How long will it be till she’s plum given out from giving in
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| If I was walking in your shoes I’d sure be stepping light
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| 'Cause I know what it’s like in her arm I was just there last night
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| Oh, I know what it’s like in her arms I was just there last night
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| And the next time that you do her wrong, I’ll be back there to do her right
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| Just because that you ration your loving, don’t lessen her appetite
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| Yes I know what it’s like in her arms, I was just there last night
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| Yes I know what it’s like in her arms, I was just there last night |