| I should have quit you long time ago, long time ago
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| I wouldn’t be here, my children, down on this killin' floor
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| I should have listened, baby, to my second mind
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| Every time I go away and leave you, darling,
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| You send me the blues way down the line
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| Baby, yeah, treat me right, baby
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| My, my, my, my
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| I take it down little bit
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| Give it to me baby keep me satisfied
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| Tryna worry 'bout me, baby
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| But I’d never get you with myself
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| Keep on worrying baby,
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| Can’t keep you satisfied
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| Let me tell you baby
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| You ain’t nothing but a two-bit, no-good jive
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| I went to sleep last night,
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| I worked as hard as I can
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| I bring home my money,
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| You take my money, give it to another man
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| I should have quit you baby,
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| Oh such a long time ago
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| I wouldn’t be here with all my troubles,
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| Down on this killing floor
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| Squeeze me baby,
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| 'Til the juice runs down my leg, oh
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| Please, squeeze me baby,
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| Until the juice runs down my leg
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| The way you squeeze my lemon
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| I’m gonna fall right out of bed, bed, bed, babe yeah
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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| Hey, babe, babe, babe, babe
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| I’m gonna leave my children down on this killing floor |