| By the look in your eye I can tell you’re gonna cry.
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| Is it over me?
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| If it is, save your tears
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| For I’m not worth it, you see.
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| For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam,
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| Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home,
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| I’m telling you that’s my home.
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| You had romance, did you break it by chance
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| Over me?
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| If it’s so I’d like for you to know
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| That I’m not worth it, you see.
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| For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam, mm,
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| Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home,
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| Mm, that’s my home.
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| Oh, you keep telling me, you keep telling me I’m your man.
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| What do I have to do to make you understand?
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| For I’m the type of guy who gives girl the eye,
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| Everybody knows.
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| But I love them and I leave them,
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| Break their hearts and deceive them everywhere I go.
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| Don’t you know that I’m the type of man who is always on the roam,
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| Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home.
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| Wherever I lay my hat, oh oh, that’s my home, mm yeh,
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| That’s my home
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| And I like it that way. |