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From the liquor store
Suit is all dirty, boy
Shoes is all wore
Tired
and lonely, my
Heart is all sore
Advance romance
I can't stand it no more
Told
me she loved me
I believed what she said
Took me for a sucker, boy
All corn-fed
Next
thing I knew
She had a bolt on the door
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I can't use it no
more
She took George's watch
Like they always do
(It was a Timex, too!)
No more
money, boy
I shoulda knew
The way she do me, boy
She might do you, too
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romance
People I am through!
Potato-head Bobby
was a friend of mine
Open three
of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open four of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open
five of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open six of his yes
In the food stamp
line
Said she might be a devil
But she sure was fine
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He wanna try it
one time
Later that night
He drop on by
Told her all he wanna do
Was step up
and say "Hi"
Half an hour later
She had frenched his fry
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Bobby, say
good-bye |
