| She walks through the bar
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| With a bad case of lonely on her face
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| She’s longing for love
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| But she ain’t gonna find it in this place
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| 'Cause someone’ll hold her
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| He’ll whisper all the right things in her ear
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| And he’ll be right convincing
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| 'Cause a man like that knows what she needs to hear
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| But that’s the wrong way to find Mr. Right
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| She’ll be lucky if he lasts through the night
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| Girl, don’t shop for groceries when you’re hungry
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| That’s the wrong way to find Mr. Right
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| In a private country club
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| Another woman plays that same old game
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| She flashes her gold card
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| Tries to drown the lonely in champagne
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| Now she ain’t one for waiting
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| She’ll walk right up and ask him if he’ll dance
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| 'Cause when you need somebody
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| Your heart will tell your mind to take a chance
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| But that’s the wrong way to find Mr. Right
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| She’ll be lucky if he lasts through the night
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| Girl, don’t shop for groceries when you’re hungry
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| That’s the wrong way to find Mr. Right
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| Girl, don’t shop for groceries when you’re hungry
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| That’s the wrong way to find Mr. Right |