| Well well well well, look who’s coming up the street
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| Goes to show can never tell just who you might meet
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| I hate to say I told you so, I guess he must’ve put you down
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| Well well well welcome back baby, out of town
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| I guess he promised you diamonds, I guess he promised you gold
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| But you just can’t believe girl everything that you’re told
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| I can’t say that I blame you for wanting those fancy things
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| But he must’ve blinded you with that damn bling bling
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| Well well well well, look who’s knocking at my door
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| No you just can never tell what
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| The last thing I expected, baby, was that you’d come back around
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| Well well well welcome back baby, come on sit down
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| I knew that he used you 'til he’d used you up
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| And I knew that he drained you, down to the last drop
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| Now that’s in the past girl, I hold you close tonight
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| Let me offer my shoulder, baby it’s alright
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| Well well well well, look who’s glad that you’re back
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| I guess we are who we are, baby, and there’s nothing wrong with that
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| So just draw the curtains baby, this is your
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| Well well well welcome back baby, welcome back home
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| Well well well welcome back baby, welcome back home
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| Well well well welcome back baby, welcome back home |