| Yeah, I swore off love
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| I swore off women
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| Devoted my life to huntin' and fishin'
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| I’d never be anybody else’s lovesick fool
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| It ain’t cool
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| I spend all my spare time Fixin' up
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| That old rusted up pick-up truck
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| In no time at all I’d have it lookin' like brand new
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| Then you
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| Flip the switch on my doomaflatchie Played my piano like Liberace
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| I let down my guard
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| And my heart was as good as gone
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| So long
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| Yeah, you cranked my tractor
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| Ya flick my bic
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| Woman you tripped the trigger on my thingamajig
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| Can’t explain how ya done it
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| But, honey, you turn me on
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| You done all the takin'
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| I done all the givin'
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| I threw up my hands, said «The heck with it»
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| I shut down my heart
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| Locked it up and pulled the fuse
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| Before it blew
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| All my emotions were disconnected
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| No sign of a spark Could be detected
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| I had nobody So I had nothing to lose
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| Then you
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| Flip the switch on my doomaflatchie Played my piano like Liberace
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| I let down my guard
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| And my heart was as good as gone
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| So long
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| Yeah, you cranked my tractor
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| Ya flick my Bic
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| Woman you tripped the trigger on my thingamajig
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| Can’t explain how ya done it
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| But, honey, you turn me on
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| Yeah, ya crank my tractor
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| Ya flick my Bic
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| Woman you tripped the trigger on my thingamajig
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| Can’t explain how ya done it
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| But, honey, you turn me on |