(Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
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In the mornin' don't say you love me,
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'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door
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I know your name is Rita 'cause your perfume's smellin' sweeter
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Since when I saw you down on the floor.
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Won't need to much pursuadin'
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I don't mean to sound degradin',
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But with a face like that you got nothin' to laugh about.
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Red lips, hair and fingernails,
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I hear you're a mean old Jezebel
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Lets go up stairs and read my Tarot cards
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Stay with me, stay with me
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For tonight you'd better stay with me
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Stay with me, stay with me
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For tonight you'd better stay with me
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So, in the mornin', please don't say you love me
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'Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door
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Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne,
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Just don't be here in the mornin' when I wake up
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Stay with me, stay with me
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For tonight you'd gonna stay with me
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Sit down, get up, get out.
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Stay With Me
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