| You might be messin' ‘round with other boys
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| But they won’t love you back
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| You might be messin' ‘round with other toys
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| But they won’t hug you back
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| You might be messin' ‘round with other men
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| But they will do you in
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| You might be messin' ‘round with other girls
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| I love your tilt-a-whirls
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| Come here and make it a soft one baby doll
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| Come here and make it a soft one
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| You don’t come over that often baby doll
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| Come here and make it a soft one
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| You might be holding on to someone right
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| But you don’t know it yet
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| And does the thought of that give you a fright?
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| You’re second-guessing it
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| You might be holding on to someone new
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| You might even be enjoying it
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| And does the thought of that give you the blues
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| Does it fill you with regret?
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| Come here and make it a soft one baby doll
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| Come here and make it a soft one
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| You don’t come over that often baby doll
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| Come here and make it a soft one
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| You might be making a mistake
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| You might be making a mistake
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| You never know if you miss ‘em when you go
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| You might be making a mistake
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| You might be making a mistake
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| You never know if you miss ‘em when you go
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| You never know if you miss ‘em when you go
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| You never know if you miss ‘em when you go
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| Come here and make it a soft one baby doll
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| Come here and make it a soft one |