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Girl, don't bother to lock your door
He's out there hollering, "Darlin' don't you love me no more?" You always let him in before now didn't you He's just singing the some old song That he always sang before He's the last of the hard-core troubadours Girl, better figure out which is which Wherefore art thou Romeo you son of a bitch You'd just as soon fight as switch now wouldn't you He's come to make love on your satin sheets Wake up on your living room floor He's the last of the hard-core troubadours He's the lost of the all-night, do right Stand beneath your window 'til daylight He's the last of the hard-core troubadours Baby, whet you waitin' for Girl, figure out what you're gonna do When he moves on again and he leaves you alone and blue But you knew he is just passin' through now didn't you And now you can't just say this is the last time baby Like you always did before He's the last of the hard-core troubadours
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