| Well now I’m in love with a fast-movin' angel
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| Dresses like the city girls do
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| When we’re apart there’s no ache in my heart
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| When we’re together we’re a hell of a crew
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| And I got presents to send you
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| Even got money to lend you
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| But honey I can never ever pretend
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| You’re not there on my mind
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| There sits a fifth of Tequila
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| God I swore I’d never drink it again
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| But my last little bout I had my hair pulled out
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| By a man who really wasn’t my friend
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| And I know I’ll never see him again
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| Yeah but I got presents to send you
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| I’ve even got money to lend you
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| But honey I can never ever pretend
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| You’re not there on my mind
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| Yeah, I thought I might sail down to Bridgetown
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| Spend some time in the Barbados sun
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| But my plans took a skid when I smoked a whole lid
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| Wound up where I’d begun
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| Yes and I got presents to send you
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| I’ve even got money to lend you
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| But honey I can never ever pretend
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| You’re not there on my mind
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| (instrumental)
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| Yes and I got presents to send you
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| I’ve even got money to lend you
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| But honey I can never ever pretend
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| You’re not there on my mind
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| Coda:
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| You’re not there on my mind… |