| Just walk away, just walk away
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| There’s too much wrong for you to stay
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| Just walk away, Just walk away
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| Gonna get yourself in trouble, walk away
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| Now he was just your average everyday traffic jam competitor
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| With half a gram, walkin' in the club tryin' to set it off
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| She had two silicon weapons of mass distraction
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| Nipples like screw-in cleats, damn near blastin'
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| Through her skin tight blouse, she lookin' for some action
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| Said her hubby was out of town and started askin'
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| If he’d like to go to her house
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| I think that’s when he realized he couldn’t do it
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| Looked at her finger, a diamond from her ring
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| Hit his eye, he couldn’t linger
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| He started feelin' guilty for everything they were up to
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| He took a deep breath said, «you know what, I’d love to
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| But evidently there is already someone who loves you»
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| She looked at him like he insulted her and said, «fuck you
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| Look at your pupils, I know what that stuff do
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| Mr. Goody Twoshoes, Call me out, I’ll call you out too.»
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| Now he was weak as her, he had a ring too
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| Just walk away, just walk away
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| There’s too much wrong for you to stay
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| Just walk away, Just walk away
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| Gonna get yourself in trouble, walk away
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| Together in their deceitful ways embracing the lust
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| They got carried away like a dog chasin' a bus
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| They were back at her house in another man’s bed
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| And gettin 'freaky deaky' while the husband sped home
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| To see his wife cause his job had got done early
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| Meanwhile they’re wreckin' the room
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| And talkin' all dirty, and sweaty
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| The hubby stopped and got some flowers so pretty
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| And a bottle of wine to spend some time with his sweetie
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| Gets home, sees a car in the yard and he’s thinkin' hmmm?
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| Walks up the driveway opens the door and goes numb
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| Just about the time he’s gonna yell «honey I’m home»
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| A trail of clothes down the hall leading to passionate moans
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| Changed his tone, tip-toed to the gun cabinet
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| Grabbed a gun his daddy gave him that he used in Vietnam
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| Walk down the hall kicked in the door said «surprise»
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| Sat down on the bed with guns and roses and wine
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| Just walk away, just walk away
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| There’s too much wrong for you to stay
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| Just walk away, Just walk away
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| Gonna get yourself in trouble, walk away
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| Hubby said «how you two love birds doing? |
| You havin' fun?
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| Don’t cover up your nakedness now, What’s done’s done»
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| He made his wife call her parents
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| Made the dude call his wife and daughter
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| And told them to come over, «let's talk about life»
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| And then hubby called the preacher 'cause you want God involved
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| When the victim of infidelity has got a revolver
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| And the guests straggled into the room one at a time
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| Realizing what was happening and then wishing they were blind
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| He told the preacher who had married them back in the day
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| That he was right 'the lord works in mysterious ways'
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| Then he addressed the room waving the gun carefree
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| Saying «ladies and gentlemen you’ve been called here to see
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| Two naked embarrassed humans in a bed that I bought
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| They were havin' great sex about the time they got caught»
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| Then he laid the gun down on the bed so relaxed
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| And said «I'm leaving' feel free to shoot me in the back»
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| Just walk away, just walk away
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| There’s too much wrong for you to stay
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| Just walk away, Just walk away
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| Gonna get yourself in trouble, walk away |