| I swore I’d never be a woman’s fool
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| But here I am with a suitcase in my hand
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| And as I live and breath
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| Lord I need to leave
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| But I just can’t walk away from where I stand
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| That woman’s lips are hotter than a cherry bomb
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| But her hard-hearted ways, they make me cry
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| I know that I should up and walk away
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| But I just can’t kiss those sweet lips goodbye
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| I just can’t kiss those sweet, sweet lips goodbye
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| Man I cry
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| It sure ain’t easy bein' her man
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| I love that woman as hard as I can
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| The woman she knows what she does to me
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| She smiles at another man and I see red
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| She turns me into the jealous kind
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| Puts those thoughts in my head
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| The woman’s lips are purely TNT
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| Why her heart is cold, I don’t understand
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| I’m frozen sleepin' in a bed of fire
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| Sweet love and misery go hand-in-hand
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| I just can’t kiss those sweet, sweet lips goodbye
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| Man I cry
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| It sure ain’t easy bein' her man
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| I love that woman as hard as I can
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| That woman’s lips are hotter than a cherry bomb
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| But her hard-hearted ways, they make me cry
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| I know that I should up and walk away
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| But I just can’t kiss those sweet lips goodbye
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| I just can’t kiss those sweet lips goodbye
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| I just can’t kiss those sweet lips goodbye |