Sweet little lady, don't you get crazy.
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Bring it back home to me.
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Woman little standing, dreaming to forget him.
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Bring it back home to me.
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When? Why wonder?
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Brown-eyed stunner, come on,
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Bring it home to me.
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Kiss a little, fishing for your lover,
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Won't you bring it down home to me.
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See a sky lit on fire, seen the dog in here.
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She lift her lips, with a passion, in the third degree.
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See a dirty old lady, with a schoolgirl's grin
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Break a back for the daddy all, when she does her thing.
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You can see the love, like check an ounce for pain,
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Darling won't you wanna;
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Sorry to resent, you said; gimme back,
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Keep your teeth
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Never wanna hold you,
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Never wanna kiss you,
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I bet she's taking away from me.
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Never will repeat it, or never reprimand it,
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Will you bring it back home to me.
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Take care before my baby,
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When your baby gives it up for free.
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She just puts around, being lazy,
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But since she brings her lover to me.
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Don't need nothing to save me, say for a piece of your luxury.
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Like the doorfoot, you'll never gage it.
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I'll tell you just how it's gonna be.
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I call your lover in the morning,
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When you have your cup of tea.
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You never give me your warning,
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So you better give her right up for me.
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Guess who's coming over, on your thinks;
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That's such a surprise.
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If you're saying you never known her,
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Honey, you better open your eyes.
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Look out.
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See a real long fire, she's the dog in here.
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She lift her lips, with a passion, in the third degree.
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See a dirty old lady, with a schoolgirl's grin.
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Break a back for her daddy, when she does her thing.
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Can't take care before my baby,
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When your baby gives it up for free.
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She just gets around being lazy,
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Until she brings her loving to me.
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I don't need nothing to save me,
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Say for a piece of your luxury.
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Lock the door, but you'll never gage me.
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I tell you just how it's gonna be.
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I call your lover in the morning,
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When you have your cup of tea.
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You never give me a warning,
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So get yourself a letter from me.
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Ohhhh, where're you going, tell me; who're you to see?
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I've been sleeping on your doorstep,
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Baby, won't you bring it back home to me.
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Get me something for my jealous mind,
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You don't get something for free.
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You just bring it down home to me.
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Ha-Ha-Ha
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Bring It Back Home
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| Guns N' Roses |
