| You have a cup of coffee and another cigarette
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| You’re waiting for your baby but she hasn’t shown yet
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| And if she doesn’t make it, well you’ve got no regrets
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| Because you can’t win or lose if you ain’t made no bets
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| And then she comes in walkin’lookin’fine as you please
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| You wanna stop and drop right down on your knees
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| And say baby
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| Whoa
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| You say you never worry cause you don’t need a home
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| Don’t need an address, don’t need a phone
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| And you don’t have to worry 'bout bein’alone
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| Cause you can make your music on a ten cent comb
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| And then she comes in walkin’lookin’fine as you please
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| You wanna stop and drop right down on you knees
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| And say baby
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| Whoa |