| Here we are in court today
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| Rose just took the stand
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| She’s divorcin' me for reasons
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| I still don’t understand
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| That dress is showin' more of her
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| Than I’ve seen in years
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| And the story that she’s tellin’s
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| Even got the judge in tears
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| She’s accusin' me of hangin' out
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| With girls of ill repute
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| Adultery, abandonment
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| Even alcohol abuse
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| I just heard my mother shout
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| Your honor throw the book
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| And even my attorney
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| Just gave me a dirty look
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| Everything’s coming up roses
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| The house, the car
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| The kids and all the cash
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| Everything’s coming up roses
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| And I’ll be lucky
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| If I keep the shirt that’s on my back
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| My head is buried in my hands
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| The courtroom is adjourned
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| She got all I ever made
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| And all I’ll ever earn
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| If I had a handkerchief
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| I’d break right down and cry
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| Why, even Johnny Carson
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| Got a better deal than mine
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| Everything’s coming up roses
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| The house, the car
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| The kids and all the cash
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| Everything’s coming up roses
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| And I’ll be lucky
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| If I keep the shirt that’s on my back
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| Everything’s coming up roses
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| And I’ll be lucky
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| If I keep the shirt that’s on my back |