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Seems I always hafta slip around to be with you, my dear
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Slippin' around, afraid we might be found
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I know I can't forget you and I gotta have you near
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But we just hafta slip around and live in constant fear
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Oh, you're tied up with someone else
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And I'm all tied up, too
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I know I made mistakes, dear
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But I'm so in love with you
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I hope someday I'll find a way to bring you back to me
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Then I won't hafta slip around to have your company
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REPEAT ALL
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Slipping Around
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| Texas Jack Robertson |
