| A woman left lonely will soon grow tired of waiting,
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| She’ll do crazy things, yeah, on lonely occasions.
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| A simple conversation for the new men now and again
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| Makes a touchy situation when a good face come into your head.
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| And when she gets lonely, she’s thinking 'bout her man,
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| She knows he’s taking her for granted, yeah yeah,
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| Honey, she doesn’t understand, no no no no!
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| Well, the fevers of the night, they burn an unloved woman
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| Yeah, those red-hot flames try to push old love aside.
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| A woman left lonely, she’s the victim of her man, yes she is.
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| When he can’t keep up his own way, good Lord,
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| She’s got to do the best that she can, yeah!
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| A woman left lonely, Lord, that lonely girl,
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| Lord, Lord, Lord! |