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From 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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romance
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
Advance 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 eyes
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
Advance romance
Bobby,
say good-bye |
