| Well, you wouldnt read my letters if I wrote you
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| You ask me not to call you on the phone
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| Well, theres something Ive been waiting for to tell you
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| So I wrote it in the words of a song
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| The glamor of the gay night life has lured you
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| To the places where the wine and liquer flow
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| Well, you went to be some body elses baby
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| And forget the truest love you ever know
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| I never knew there where honky-tonk angels
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| Oh, I might have know you never make a wife
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| You gave up the only one that ever loved you
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| And went back to that wild side of life
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| Now the glamour of the gay that life has lured you
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| To the places where the wine and liquer flow
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| Well, you went to be some body elses baby
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| And forget the truest love you ever know
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| I never knew there where honky-tonk angels
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| Oh, I might have know you never make a wife
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| You gave up the only one that ever loved you
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| And went back to that wild side of life
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| I never knew there where honky-tonk angels
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| Oh, I might have know you never make a wife
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| You gave up the only one that ever loved you
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| And went back to that wild side of life |