| Girl, don’t bother in locking door
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| He’s out there hollering
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| «Darling don’t you love me no more?»
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| You always let him in before now didn’t you
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| He’s just singing the some old song
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| That he always sang before
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| He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours
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| Girl, better figure out which is which
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| Wherefore art thou Romeo you son of a bitch
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| You’d just as soon fight as switch now wouldn’t you
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| He’s come to make love on your satin sheets
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| Wake up on your living room floor
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| He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours
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| And now he’s the last of the all night, do right
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| Stand beneath your window until daylight
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| He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours
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| Baby, what you waiting for
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| Girl, figure out what you’re going to do
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| When he moves on again and he leaves you alone and blue
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| But you knew he is just passing through now didn’t you
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| And now you can’t just say this is the last time baby
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| Like you always did before
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| He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours
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| He’s the last of the all night, do right
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| Hey Rosalita won’t you come out tonight
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| He’s the last of the hard-core troubadours |