| Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours |
| Yeah, and trouble rode in on the back of a pale white horse |
| You're so sweet, and tryna leave is like slamming a revolving door |
| Mm-hmm |
| Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours |
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| I should be calling it quits instead of calling you up |
| We should be making some plans instead of making love |
| We're playing chicken with enough is enough |
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| Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours |
| Yeah, and trouble rode in on the back of a pale white horse |
| You're so sweet, and tryna leave is like slamming a revolving door |
| Mm-hmm |
| Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours |
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| I don't have the heart |
| Mmm, mmm, mmm |
| Wanna hear something sexy? |
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| I like the way that my bed is looking over your boots |
| And them bell-bottoms I wear make walking out hard to do |
| We know well that it ain't gonna work |
| Oh, what the hell's one more night gonna hurt? |
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| Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours |
| Yeah, and trouble rode in on the back of a pale white horse |
| You're so sweet, and tryna leave is like slamming a revolving door |
| Mm-hmm |
| Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours |
| To break yours |
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| We should saw this love in half on a sawdust floor |
| Baby, I don't have the heart to break yours |
| Baby, I don't have the heart |
| To break yours |
| I just can't do it |
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