She said, "It's just a woman thing,"
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And pulled out of the drive
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And I said not to worry
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I'm an understanding guy
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I heard that when you love someone
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You gotta let 'em go
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She hollered, "When I find myself
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You'll be the first to know."
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Ooo-hooo no news
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I learned to do the laundry
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Feed the cat and clean the house
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I promised to be patient
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While she worked her problems out
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When she packed her bags
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Her destination was unclear
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But I sensed that her intentions
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Were honest and sincere
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Ooo-hooo no news
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(Chorus)
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She could telephone, tell a friend
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Tell a lie about where she's been
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Send a pigeon, send a fax
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Write it on a Post-It pad
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Send a signal up in smoke
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Tap it out in morse code
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I'd prefer a bad excuse
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To no news
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Her momma's been a little vauge
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As to her whereabouts
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Her sister says, "I'm certain
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Your romance is headed south."
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I don't have a single doubt
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That she's still in love
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My level of anxiety
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Is just a product of
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Ooo-hooo no news
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(Repeat chorus)
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She missed her bus, missed her plane
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Surely, this can be explained
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Lost her car at the mall
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Got locked in a bathroom stall
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Playing guitar with the band
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On the road with Pearl Jam
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Buried with the Grateful Dead
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Came back as a parrot head
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Got derailed, got de-iced
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Offered as a sacrafice
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FBI, CIA, if they've seen her
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They ain't saying
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No news! Still no news!
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No News
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| Lonestar |
