| Well, I hear you downstairs;
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| You’re foolin' around with your father’s brother
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| And your mother’s gown
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| All the old heroes keep coming round
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| To find out if you’re still at home
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| So you lie in the sun, watch your body turn to tan
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| Your skin is oiled with the sweat of a man
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| He bought you a diamond ring, girl, to wear on your hand
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| And baby, he’s leaving tomorrow
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| Yeah, I’ll be with you in your weakest moments, uh huh
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| Yeah, I’ll be there with you in your weakest moments
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| You say you remember when it was your world
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| And you were Mister Ruby’s girl
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| He gave you dreams and schemes that swirl
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| Around your head and your body
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| And when you drink sometimes, you try to liberate
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| And you stagger in the front yard till you find the gate
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| That swing on that thin line of love and hate
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| And baby, just let it go
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| Yeah, I’ll be with you in your weakest moments, uh huh
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| Yeah, I’ll be there with you in your weakest moments |