Sittin' here thinkin' 'bout you and me
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It's a cryin' shame 'cause it's plain to see
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You made me love you so bad
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You made me love you so bad
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You made me love you so bad
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Too bad you're no good
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You smile like an angel, lie like a rug
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You wouldn't change if you could
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'cause it's in your blood
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You made me love you so bad
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You made me love you so bad
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You made me love you so bad
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Too bad you're no good
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Midnight knockin', you're droppin' around
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Trash talkin', and stalkin' me down
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Better watch out when you play that game
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I got a thirty-eight special on a forty-five frame
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Call the preacher, call the police
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With a man like you, it's famine or feast
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You made me love you so bad
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You made me love you so bad
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You made me love you so bad
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Too bad you're no good
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Well, I talked to your mother
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She knows I tried
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I talked to your brother
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He was on my side
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But the hardest thing to comprehend
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Is if I had it to do over
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I'd do it again
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Call the preacher, call the police
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With a man like you, it's famine or feast
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You made me love you so bad
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You made me love you so bad
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You made me love you so bad
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Too bad you're no good
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You made me love you so bad, bad, bad
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Too bad you're no good
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Too Bad You're No Good
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| Trisha Yearwood |
