| You ain’t got to lie,
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| just don’t say nothing.
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| Don’t make up no sorry excuse,
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| just be quiet.
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| Didn’t take care of business, cuz,
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| you were worriead bout being so cool.
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| Yes, you were!
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| Well miss colman too called me and said,
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| you were down there actin awfull. |
| Aaah.
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| I do love you,
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| (Love you.)
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| but you make me soo mad sometimes!
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| (Make me mad, make me mad!)
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| And even though you make me first and argue,
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| (Fist and argue.)
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| I’m still glad you’re mine oh mine.
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| (Glad you’re mine, glad you’re mine.)
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| But wait a minute, I need to tap out, cuz I don’t wana hurt you.
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| (I think I need to tap out.)
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| Iiiiiii, think I need to count to 10,
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| cuz I don’t wana see you. |
| Oooo, yeah!
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| Wha, wha, what was that you just said?
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| Up, up to your breath.
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| You didn’t want to my very nerves, yeah
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| tap dancin on the one that I got left.
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| I do love you,
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| (Love you.)
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| but you make me soo mad sometimes!
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| (Make me mad, make me mad!)
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| And even though you make me first and argue,
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| (Fist and argue.)
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| I’m still glad you’re mine oh mine.
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| (Glad you’re mine, glad you’re mine.)
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| Ooooo, baby I do love you,
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| (Love you.)
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| but you make me so mad!
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| (Make me mad, make me mad!)
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| And even though you make me first and argue,
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| (Fist and argue.)
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| Hey, I’m still glad you’re mine oh mine.
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| (Glad you’re mine, glad you’re mine.)
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| Don’t you know I love you baby,
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| but, you aint giving me no heart atack.
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| Just cuz you don’t know how to act.
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| But baby if I didn’t love you I, I, I…
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| (whistling)
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| You ain’t giving me a heart atack.
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| (that's a fact, no atack, that’s a faaact)
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| And you ain’t ruining my pressure up.
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| (Had enough of your stuff, had enough, yeah)
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| I’m not letting you stress me up.
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| (I'm too blessed to be stressed)
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| And you ain’t gonna make me lose my mind.
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| (I'm too young and too fine)
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| (Music fades out) |