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It's Too Late to Love Me Now |
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As I sit here tonight the jukebox playing
The tune about the wild side of life
As I listen to the words you are saying
It brings memories when I was a trusting wife.
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It wasn't god who made honkey tonk angels
As you wrote in the words of you're song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many of good girls too go wrong.
It's a shame that all the blame is on us women
It's not true that only you men feel the same
From the start most every heart that's ever been broken
Was because there always was a man to blame.
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It wasn't god who made honkey tonk angels
As you wrote in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That had caused many of good girls too go wrong...
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I Should Be Over You By Now |
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