| There’s no sight she’d rather see
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| Than poor ol' broken hearted me
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| I’ve never been the kinda man
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| To let a woman change my plan
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| But all of that was history
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| When she sho 'nuff did this to me
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| Her lies they won me over quick
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| She ruled my mind, my heart, my dick
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| I took the line, the hook, the bait
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| And now I’m sick from what I ate
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| There’s no sight she’d rather see
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| Than poor ol' broken hearted me
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| Her mission is my misery
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| Poor ol' broken hearted me
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| The force of her magnetic pull was cruel and unusual
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| And when she calls, I wag my tail
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| I’m harder than a coffee nail
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| A pilgrim on my bended knees
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| I’d cross the desert if it please you
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| Baby treat me as you will
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| Yours to bless, yours to kill
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| There’s no sight she’d rather see
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| Than poor ol' broken hearted me
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| So Happy when I’m on my knees
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| Poor ol' broken hearted me
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| She’ll get bored of me one day
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| Or I’ll resolve to walk away
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| With good intent my road is paved
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| But I’m not sure I want to be saved
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| There’s no sight she’d rather see
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| Than poor ol' broken hearted me
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| Her mission is my misery
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| Poor ol' broken hearted me
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| There’s no sight she’d rather see
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| Than poor ol' broken hearted me
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| So Happy when I’m on my knees
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| Poor ol' broken hearted me
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| There’s no sight, no sight, no sight she’d rather see
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| Poor old broken hearted me
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| Her mission is, mission is, mission is my misery
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| Poor old broken hearted me |