| You wouldn’t read my letters if I wrote them
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| You ask me not to call you on the phone
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| But there’s something I’ve been waiting for to tell you
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| So I wrote it in the words of this song
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| I didn’t know God made honky tonk angels
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| I might have known you’d never make a wife
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| You gave up the only one that ever loved you
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| And went on back to the wild side of life
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| The glamor of the gay nightlife has lured you
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| To the places where the wine and liquor flow
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| Where you wait to be somebody else’s baby
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| And forget the truest love you’ll ever know
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| I didn’t know God made honky tonk angels
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| I might have known you’d never make a wife
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| You gave up the only one that ever loved you
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| And went on back to the wild side of life, oh yeah
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| Well, the glamor of the gay nightlife has lured you
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| To the places where the wine and liquor flow
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| Where you wait to be somebody else’s baby
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| And forget the truest love you’ll ever know
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| I didn’t know God made honky tonk angels
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| I might have known you’d never make a wife
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| You gave up the only one that ever loved you
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| And went on back to the wild side of life, oh yeah
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| I didn’t know God made honky tonk angels
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| I might have known you’d never make a wife
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| You gave up the only one that ever loved you
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| And went on back to the wild side of life |