| Will you be there in the courtyard for the joy
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| Will your honor be avenged with justice done
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| When they cover my head over for the joy
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| Will you hide your face in shame for what you’ve done?
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| You were alway wild and reckless, Barbara dear
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| But I worshiped you, my love was like a fire
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| And your wedding was the high spot of the whole year
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| But your marriage left so much to be desired
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| Saying that you are were willing Barbara Joy
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| The face you’re showing gives away your sin
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| All your hopes of money can’t retore your pride
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| Maybe you were willin', don’t let me die
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| When the phone rang in the middle of the night
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| Your tender voice was shaking with alarm
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| So without a thought I hurried to your side
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| Always seeking to protect you from all harm
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| You threw your arms around me, it was like a dream
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| And what we knew was bound to happen, did
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| Then the doorway framed your husband and I heard you scream
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| Unless you speak tomorrow I’ll be dead
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| Saying that you are were willing Barbara Joy
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| The face you’re showing gives away your sin
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| All your hopes of money can’t retore your pride
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| Maybe you were willin', don’t let me die |