| Oh you think that you are smart
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| Cause you got my sweetheart
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| But oh buddy you just don’t know now
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| Now let me tell you Joe
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| When she start to throw your dough
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| You’ll find out you’ve got my troubles now
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| She’ll breathe sweet sighs and tell you lies
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| And say sweet things to you
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| You’ll buy her rings and other things
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| that she’ll be true
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| Now let me tell you Joe
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| When she start to throw your dough
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| You’ll find out you’ve got my troubles now
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| Now when your dough is gone
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| And you’re left all alone
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| She’ll break your heart just like your pocket
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| Then your teardrops will start
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| And you’ll have an aching heart
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| And you’ll wind up of that same old love sick love
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| She’ll breathe sweet sighs and tell you lies
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| And say sweet things to you
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| You’ll buy her rings and other things
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| that she’ll be true
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| Now let me tell you Joe
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| When she start to throw your dough
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| You’ll find out you’ve got my troubles now
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| She’ll breathe sweet sighs and tell you lies
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| And say sweet words to you
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| You’ll buy her rings and other things
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| that she’ll be true
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| Now let me tell you Joe
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| When she start to throw your dough
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| You’ll find out you’ve got my troubles now |