(Leslie Satcher)
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Just down the street eight city blocks
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Right behind the Dairy Queen and the 108 bus stop
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There's a little house I can see it in my mind
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Oh I should turn around but I keep on driving by
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'Cause you're there with her
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And I don't know who's got it worse
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Me, you or her
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I've got her number in my book
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I've got it memorized don't even have to look
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Oh just the thought of dialing makes my heart race
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Oh I could call her up but what would I say
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'Cause you're there with her
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And I don't know who's got it worse
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In this game we all play
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Who'll be smart enough to walk away
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Me, you or her
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There are no rings or vows
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Being broken or tossed around
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Just three hearts all waiting to see
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If you wind up over here with me
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Or there with her
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'Cause you're there with her
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And I don't know who's got it worse
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In this game we all play
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Who'll be smart enough to walk away
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Me, will it be you, or will it be her
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Just down the street eight city blocks
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Right behind the Dairy Queen and the 108 bus stop
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There's a little house I can see it in my mind
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Oh I should turn around but I keep on driving by
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Her
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| Chely Wright |
