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you up and leave me cold turkeywhen you know i could not tie my own shoethis does not please me, no not exactlyguess you do not give a damn for my loveeverybody knows that she's worse than religionno you do not cross a woman in loveeverybody knows that the turn of the seasonparis in the spring doesn't mean a damn thing to my babyno, no no, noyou beat me up, you put me downyou're slamming my name all over townguess i'm big enough to roll with the punchesbut you bruise me, you abuse me damn goodeverybody knows that she's worse than religionno you do not cross a woman in loveeverybody knows that the turn of the seasonparis in the spring doesn't do a damn thingi love you so, so muchyou love me so, so whati love you so, so muchyou love me so, so whatla la la la la, la la la lala la la la la, la la la lala la la la la, la la la lala la la la la, la la la la la
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