| I’ve got a baby comin' April
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| God, I don’t know what I should do
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| I guess I could let her Mama raise her
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| Put her on a week retainer
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| Leave her singin' the No Daddy Blues
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| But I won’t be the one to leave her
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| But the picture of her lover is in my mind
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| I swear that I can hear her tiny whispers
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| Making plans with her other Mister
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| N' leavin' me a notice like a twenty five dollar fine
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| Oh, my sweet Millie, can you hear me from the other room
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| Singing just a bit off tune, like thunder?
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| My sweet Millie, can you see me as the boy I am?
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| Older, but still no plans like thunder
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| What would it do if I just fake it?
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| Pretend that everybody is feelin' fine?
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| Suppose I could leave a piece of anger on my shoulder
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| Start yelling when she starts to smoulder
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| Drag her back through just to make myself feel alright
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| Does expectation tell the cheated that love is love
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| And the heart should be willing to forgive the crime
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| Then chalk me up with the boys who just need attention
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| Hopin' for a hand they can see their death with
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| The silly young ones who expect a better life
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| Oh, my sweet Millie, can you hear me from the other room
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| Singing just a bit off tune, like thunder?
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| My sweet Millie, do you see me as the boy I am
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| Older, but still no plan, like thunder |