| Baby’s gone shoppin' she’s lookin' around
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| She’s checkin' out the boys and the clothes about town
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| Pick up this drop off that
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| Stares at her pictures from the Fotomat
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| Oh she likes what she sees
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| But she’s afraid of what she needs
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| She should be here with me
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| She should be here with me
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| But I don’t make it easy, I’m no day at the beach
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| Just an old road dog gettin' harder to teach
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| Hang on this planet, hang on each twirl
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| Scatter my belongings all over this world
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| I get more wrapped up each day,
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| she’s lookin' further away
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| She should be here with me
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| She should be here with me
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| Not much good at conversation
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| I don’t want a proclamation
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| I just think that we could use
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| A little face to face communication
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| Now I’ve been thinkin' thinkin' this through
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| Time to stop all this selfishness,
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| both me and you
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| I’ll stop from here, you stop from thee
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| We’ll meet somewhere in the middle
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| darlin' I don’t care
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| I don’t want no more heartaches,
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| It’s time to slam on the brakes
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| She should be here with me
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| Baby’s gone shoppin'
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| No more bar hoppin'
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| I don’t know but I been told
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| Thay city livin' gets awfully cold |