| She’s too much for my mirror
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| She almost make me lose it
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| The way she abuse it make me never wanna use it
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| Well, mend yer heart and mind yer soul
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| Ole Chicago, she’s, uh, woman that-a
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| Make, uh, young man, uh, bum
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| She howl like the wind make me heart grow cold
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| Make me long for that little red fum
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| She makes things fly and she makes things roll
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| She got me way over here and I’m hungry and cold
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| I remember m' mother told me I oughta be choosy
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| That was way back when I thought she was m' friend
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| Now I find out she’s, uh, floosey
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| I remember the butterflies and the sweet smell uh corn
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| And the bubbling fish in that lil' pond
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| Ooh, Lousey, ooh, Lousey, how I long for you, how I long for you?
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| She’s too much for my mirror
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| That little floosey oh how I fear her, ooh, Lousey |