Five months ago ya left me here
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Without a single dime.
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Yer doin fine and everything
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Ya own used to be mine.
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Ya left me stuck with all the bills
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An' you got all the land.
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I think by now it's safe to say
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I'm not a happy man.
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I hear yer livin up on the hill
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With some guy that drives a porsche.
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And i'm still here in a beat up shack
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With a twenty year old horse.
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You stopped in here like we're good friends
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But I think you better go.
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I'm mad as hell but i'll hold back
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Cause there's somethin you should know.
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(Chorus)
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I wouldn't hit ya, I ain't thata way
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But i've said all that i'm gonna say.
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So you better make tracks, ya better get out of sight
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Cause i wouldn't hit ya but my girlfriend might.
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Well I see ya don't believe your ears
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But what I said is true.
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She's a pretty little brown haired girl
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and she even cooks good too.
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She's got a heart of gold and treats me right
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But if I were you i'd head
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On out of here cause she hates you
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And she wishes you was dead.
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Chorus x 2
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Oh yes she will
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You`ve Really Got A Hold On Me
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| Smokey Robinson |
