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| Does it bother you when I stand here in my faded nightgown? | |
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| Uh oh, that sounds like the start of a Country Music song. | |
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| After waitin' all night while you been runnin' round town? | |
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| Yeah, you been with your lover while I've been right here; knowin' you love me less than a glass of cold beer. | |
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| Well, you did sum up my life experience in a song. Touche. | |
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