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| That woman I had wrapped around my finger... | |
| He fills the jukebox, and plays the | |
| If you'll buy that, I'll throw the | |
| But if I know me, I'll turn this car around. I won't get halfway through town | |
| My feet are planted firmly on the ground But darlin' | |
| Well you can't help but wonder Why you can't help but love her | |
| I'll sign it at the bottom of the page, I'll swear under oath 'Cause every single word is true, | |
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| Standin' in a little room back of the church with our tuxes on, Lookin' at him I say, I can't believe | |
| I'm not the key that opens every door. I don't have the power to give you | |
| If there's a plane or a bus leaving Dallas | |
| He must have stolen some stars from the sky, And gave them to you | |
| 'Cause nobody in his right mind would've left her. I had to be | |
| We tried to work it out a hundred times, ninety- nine it didn't work. I think it's best we put it all behind before | |
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