Last night all alone in a barroom met a man with a drink in his hand
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He had warm brown eyes coal black hair and the smile that would tempt any one
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Then he came and sat down at my table and as he placed his strong hand on mine
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I found myself wanting to kiss him for temptation was flowing like wine
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And I was almost persuaded to strip myself of my pride
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Almost persuaded to push my conscience aside
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Then we danced and he whispered I need you
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Let's go away from here and I'll be your man
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But as I looked into his eyes and I saw it the reflection of my wedding band
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And I was almost persuaded to let strange lips lead me on
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Almost persuaded but your sweet love made me stop and go home (and go home)
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Almost Persuaded
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Molly Bee |