| I was sitting in the hot car
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| The sun beating down on my face
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| You were coming out the filling station
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| I swear it was a moment of grace
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| But tonight, 10: 00 became 4: 30
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| Ain’t it just like a man to make you wait
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| Honey you know you don’t wanna do me dirty
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| Put my lovin' in the hands of fate
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| I’m gonna pray to the Virgin Mary
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| Don’t you never, never say we’re through
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| I’ll be in the Cave Hill cemetery
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| Before I stop loving you
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| I like to hit you when you talk to me
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| I love to see you when you’re with our child
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| And I still wanna feel you in the nighttime
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| You turn me into something so wild
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| But sometimes, I get so angry
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| And I plan to put you out in the cold
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| Honey I know damn well it’s gonna be you and me
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| Sitting on the porch and growing old
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| I’m gonna pray to the Virgin Mary
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| Don’t you never, never say we’re through
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| I’ll be in the Cave Hill cemetery
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| Before I stop loving you
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| Before I stop loving you
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| There’s the slamming of the screen door
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| There’s your footsteps coming down the hall
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| There’s that old feeling coming over me
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| I know I’m gonna answer your call
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| I’m gonna pray to the Virgin Mary
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| Don’t you never, never say we’re through
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| I’ll be in the Cave Hill cemetery
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| Before I stop loving you
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| Before I stop loving you |