| I’ll never let a girl get away again
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| Ain’t nobody come close to me
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| To me, to me
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| If she should try to run I would get a gun
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| Come on honey, come close to me
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| To me, to me
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| There’s a bridge on the river
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| There’s a bum in the alley
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| But there’s nobody wrapped in her arms
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| From the stars in the sky
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| To the place where I lie
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| It’s like everyone’s under her charm
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| So we drink in the kitchen
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| And she’s drunk on the sidewalk
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| Where somebody’s starting a fight
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| But there’s not much to say
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| 'Cause we’ve wasted the day
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| And everyone’s wasted tonight
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| I’ll never let a girl get away again
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| Ain’t nobody come close to me
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| To me, to me
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| If she should try to run I would get a gun
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| Come on honey, come close to me
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| To me, to me
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| Well I know I’m good lookin'
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| 'Cause I swear on good cookin'
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| My mom says I’m handsome and strong
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| And she knows that she’s pretty
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| 'Cause the sirens of the city
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| They’re singing a sad jealous song
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| Upstairs the doors open
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| Where the gun is still smokin'
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| Though they lit every bit of evidence
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| Save a silver spare rubber
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| That your boy just discovered
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| Makin' sorrow look like confidence
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| I’ll never let a girl get away again
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| Ain’t nobody come close to me
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| To me, to me
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| If she should try to run I would get a gun
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| Come on honey, come close to me
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| To me, to me
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| Standing up is a struggle
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| When there’s juice from the jungle
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| And I’m filling every cup to the brim
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| And when John’s in the background
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| And puking his guts out
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| You can hear them chant asshole at him
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| On the porch she’s with me
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| Says her name’s Bethany
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| As her eyes pull me into a trance
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| And she tells me to stay
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| But she just walks away
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| I’m a dog and I ain’t got a chance
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| I’ll never let a girl get away again
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| Ain’t nobody come close to me
|
| To me, to me
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| If she should try to run I would get a gun
|
| Come on honey, come close to me
|
| To me, to me
|
| I’ll never let a girl get away again
|
| Ain’t nobody come close to me
|
| To me, to me
|
| If she should try to run I would get a gun
|
| Come on honey, come close to me
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| To me, to me |