Your lips are warm and close to mine I know they taste like warm red wine
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And if I'd let myself go I know I fall
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But someone's waiting all alone by an lonely telephone
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And though I'd love to stay I know I fall
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Cause I can't forget her no I can't forget her my woman's good to me
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Her eyes are not as blue as yours her lips are not as soft as your
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And I'd kiss you she'd prob'ly never know
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And though tomorrow brings the sun I'll have to live with what I done
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And though I'd love to stay I'd never go
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Cause I can't forget her no I can't forget her my woman's good to me
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My woman's good to me
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My Woman's Good To Me
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David Houston |