| Mercy, mercy baby! |
| I done you wrong
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| Had my share of wine, women and song, want you back here in my arms
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| My days are empty without you baby, wasted time turns into years
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| My pillow is soakin' wet baby, with all my cryin' tears
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| Built a home in detroit, cattle in texas
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| Way up in the san francisco bay
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| I got apartments in new orleans, skyscrapers in new york
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| But if you’re honest baby, you sound lonely, and I’m alone
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| Matilda! |
| (I don’t believe she hears ya)
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| Matilda! |
| (ya gotta call a little bit louder)
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| Matilda! |
| (a just a little bit louder)
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| Matilda! |
| (lord, a little bit louder)
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| Matilda! |
| (I believe, she might hear ya now)
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| Matilda! |
| (just say it again, now)
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| Matilda! |
| (do it one more time!)
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| Matilda! |
| (I believe she hears you)
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| Hey, hey, matilda! |
| (whoa, a little bit louder!)
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| Matilda! |
| (just a little bit louder now)
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| Matilda! |
| (I believe she hears you now)
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| Matilda! |
| (I believe she hears you now)
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| Matilda! |
| (here she comes! here she comes!)
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| Matilda! |
| (I believe she heard you now) |