| When I first met you, baby
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| Weren’t you a sweet, little thing
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| Worked my fool head off
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| Just to buy that diamond ring
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| Now things are kind of funny
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| You know the way it goes
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| Now you want to put that ring
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| Right on through my nose
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| You put me through the grinder
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| And I kept coming back for more
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| Now all I want to see of you
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| Is your back side headed out that door
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| Well, you said you needed night school
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| And I went along with that
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| Till I followed you last Wednesday, baby
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| Up to Sonny’s flat
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| I put one and one together
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| And it added up to fool
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| Cause what Sonny’s got to offer, baby
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| Ain’t teached in any school
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| You put me through the grinder
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| You hurt me like an open sore
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| I don’t want no more excuses, baby
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| Just get on out the door
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| (Guitar solo)
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| Ohh, they say this is a world of troubles
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| Ohh, I’ve had my share
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| But you’re the kind of burden
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| I really don’t need to bare
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| I came home a little early
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| Lord, what I found there
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| I walked in on you and Richard
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| And your legs were up in the air
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| I’m gonna put you through the grinder
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| I’m gonna even up the score
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| You better get yourself a lawyer, baby
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| We’re about to go to war
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| What 'cha tryin' to do to me?
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| Yeah, look here |