| Drinking, gambling and women
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| Stealin' hearts and playin' with guns
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| But the laws the law and baby that’s a fact
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| And now I’m on the run
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| But this song ain’t about none of the above
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| We’re not punished for our sins but «by them»
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| Thought I’d get myself a little passion play
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| But I can still hear them sayin'…
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| That crime don’t pay
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| My poor heart is aching
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| It never did before
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| It seems my «indiscretion» served a «painfiul lesson»
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| And I’m still begging for more
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| I tried to mix romance with deceit
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| A little pleasure now with my pain
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| And I felt the loss on judgment day
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| And I can still hear them sayin'…
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| That crime don’t pay!
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| Pour yourself a drink now
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| Make it a double and chase it with tears
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| But take heed my friends to this warning I give
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| Before you’re faced with all your fears
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| Chours:
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| I’d rather face ten men than have a broken heart
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| My crimes of passion have done me in
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| I’m sentenced to life each and every lonely day
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| And I can still hear you sayin'…That crime don’t pay! |