| Well being alone in friday night
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| and she asked me for a ride
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| she was looking for another man
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| and another place to hide
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| so I said hey baby ¿would you like to come home, see my quiet room?
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| there’s so much that I can show to you
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| and ain’t too soon
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| when I got near she said «leave me alone»
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| you know you can’t get nothing
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| but squeeze and stone
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| and now she is in my room singin sad old tunes
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| and she learnt something well: and ain’t too soon
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| been alone a friday night
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| and she asked me for a ride
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| she was looking for another man
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| and another place to hide
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| so I said hey baby ¿would you like to come home and see my quiet room?
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| there’s so much that I can show to you
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| and ain’t too soon
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| she look to me to my surprise
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| my face craked to a smile
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| and I thought that she knew to scheme
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| she stayed around for quiet a while
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| she said: «hey babe you’ve must have read my mind cause I love to see your room,
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| you can show me something new
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| and aint to soon»
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| I tell you one more thing
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| when I got to leave her
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| she said leave me alone
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| and you can’t get nothing
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| but squeeze and stone
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| but now she’s in my room
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| singing sad old tunes my, my, my
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| and she learnt something well
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| and ain’t to soon…
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| nahh nahhh…
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| (Organ Solo) |