| As her soft hand signs the papers
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| I can see her brand new ring
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| It’s hard to tell those polished nails once tied old apron strings
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| Then she sets the pen down slowly
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| And her blue eyes catch the light
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| She’s looking even lovelier than she did our wedding night
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| And I can’t help but want her still
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| Any man who saw her would
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| She may be leaving me today
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| But she’s leavin' looking good
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| That uptown crowd weren’t our crowd
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| 'Til he taught her the part
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| They took her in, that’s when she started breakin' this old heart
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| Now she’s wears no sign she hurt me
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| No guilt behind her smile
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| She’s even learned to do me wrong with such a sense of style
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| And I can’t help but want her still
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| Any man who saw her would
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| She may be leaving me today
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| But she’s leavin' looking good
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| And I can’t help but want her still
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| Any man who saw her would
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| She may be leaving me today
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| But she’s leavin' looking good
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| She may be leaving me today
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| But she’s leavin' looking good |