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Song You Bug Me Baby. Singer Larry Williams. You got the kinda face that I can't resist. You got the kinda lips that ought to be kissed. You got that funny little look, baby, in your eye. Oooh-wee
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When I feel that lonesome prairie wind. I let my soul get back to you again And I will never let you, I will never let you,. I will never let you go Even though this wasn't meant to be. It's gonna
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See the cars down below. How they go, they come and they go. See the fools, work all day. Fade away and they don't even know It's a shame, it's insane. It's the world that's happening here. And i
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Mallory "No! There is no escaping here!" Mickey "Who's the lucky one?" Mallory "Eanie, meanie, minie, moe, catch a. redneck by his tow. If he hollers, let him go! Eanie, meanie, minie, moe. My mama
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You can listen to the money. You can listen to your friends. But if you listen to your heartbeat. You might never go home again You got 1000 miles. 10,000 more to go. You got blood on the wheel.
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Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio. And they told the world just how you felt. It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat. They never said your name. But I knew ju
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I think I'll quit my job today. Spend the money that I saved. I think I'll build a boat for me. And sail myself across the sea 'Cause every night the sun goes down. The morning helps me come aroun
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She was a young girl with a fair heart,. He could tell it was Heaven, by the way she moved. But he aint nothing but a spare part. The boy ain't broken, but boy's been bruised. . And ain't it funn
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My baby's got a helpless heart, she's got a thing for mistletoe. The kind of girl it's easy to believe in. I come home on a Saturday night, with not one thing to show. She asks me "baby how are you
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I was half asleep when I heard the news, sad words on the phone. I just couldn't believe my ears, I couldn't believe she's gone. I tried to make some sense of it, but sense I could not make. How a
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Maybe it's the way. She lets her hair down on a Sunday afternoon. Or maybe it's the way. That she's romantically attracted to the moon Maybe it's the perfume. That I know she doesn't wear. Or may
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Cigarettes are burning down to my fingers. in my motel, where the smell still lingers. from the night before. with a ten dollar * who didn't even know my name. . the TV says nothing, nothing to m
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Well I ain't interested in the clothes that you wear. In the car that you drive or the cut of your hair. Honey, you got something that I can't compare. And I've been thinking about you I don't real
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Well, I ain't gonna ask you what you're doin' here. I know you got your reasons but honey, they ain't ever clear. And maybe it's just better that you never stay. I love you more when you're walkin'
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Well, I used to be an angel. I guess my wings got torn. For I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble. Ever since that I've been born, ever since that I've been born I used to have a best frien
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