| I take too much abuse from you
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| That’s all I ever get
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| Yeah calling a man like you a husband
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| Is just like calling a wild cat a pet
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| You’d better stop your running around
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| Straighten up and stop moving on
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| Well who’s gonna take your garbage out
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| When I’ve packed my bags and gone
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| Each day you walk off over me
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| Can’t you take another route
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| If you’d start acting like married man
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| Maybe we could find the way to work things out
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| You’ll find your key won’t fit the lock
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| If you keep on a keeping on
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| Well who’s gonna take your garbage out
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| When I’ve packed my bags and gone
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| I know you think I’m running round
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| And that’s why you’re so peeved
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| That’s another line of the same ole stuff
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| That I hope you don’t expect me to believe
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| Go out tonight but don’t come back
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| Cause you’ve just lost a home
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| But who’s gonna take your garbage out
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| When I’ve packed my bags and gone
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| Yeah who’s gonna take your garbage out
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| When I’ve packed my bags and gone
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| You’re gonna miss me honey gal
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| You kidding me… |