| Yeah, you say you love me and you say you care
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| But something’s going on and I know ain’t fair
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| Things just ain’t right when we’re turtledovin'
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| I think you’re a giving me leftover lovin'
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| You come home late and then you fuss and fight
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| You keep me awake telling me things are right
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| Your lying ways ain’t getting you nothin'
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| You’re giving me leftover lovin'
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| You kiss me like a brother, don’t hold me tight
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| You treat me like a pal
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| While I’m working hard trying to do you right
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| You’re a painting the town with another gal
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| I’m tired of all your lying, tired of all your ways
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| Tired of walking the floor while you run and play
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| I’m leaving you and I ain’t a bluffin'
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| You’re giving me leftover lovin'
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| I like my taters when they’re good and hot
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| When I make love, I give it all I got
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| Your secondhand kisses seem a little cold
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| Your leftover lovin' is a leaving me cold
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| You come home late, all lipstick smeared
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| And when I started to fuss, your eyes filled with tears
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| You better change or I’ll be shovin'
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| You’re giving me leftover lovin'
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| You better treat me like they do in a picture show
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| Give me all the lovin' you can
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| I may be getting old, but I’m not that slow
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| And I done picked me out another man
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| Mama’s getting mad, getting madder faster
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| There’s lots of other fellows in this pasture
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| I’m leaving you, I ain’t a stopping for nothin'
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| Keep your leftover lovin' |