| She said, I guess there ain’t no right way
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| For you to say goodbye again
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| You been lookin' at the highway
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| Where your heart has always been
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| I could cuss you from here to Tucson
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| There ain’t nothin' left to say, boy
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| She said, «I thought that I could change you»
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| But ah, but you were born a playboy
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| So get on the stage and play boys
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| Let’s kick out the lights tonight get high and make noise
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| We might drink a little too much whiskey
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| We might have a little too much fun
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| She’s already gone away boys
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| If we don’t go home, what difference does it make, boys?
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| This old world would be a dull place, boys
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| If it was all work and no play boys
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| A hundred miles outside of Houston
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| Third name on the marquee sign
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| But out here, you get used to losing
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| Your friends, your lovers and your mind
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| So get on the stage and play boys
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| Let’s kick out the lights tonight get high and make noise
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| Yeah, a little drink a little too much whiskey
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| Yeah, let’s have a little too much fun
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| She’s already gone away boys
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| If we don’t go home, what difference does it make, boys?
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| This old world would be a dull place, boys
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| If it was all work and no play boys
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| Playboy!
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| Set em up, we’ll knock em down
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| Wake up in another town
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| We don’t know no other way
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| We ain’t good at love
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| We ain’t good at much
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| We just know how to play, hey, hey
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| I’m just a playboy
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| You can’t blame me for the way that I was made, boy
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| Yeah, I might drink a little too much whiskey
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| And I might have a little too much fun
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| She’s already gone away, boys
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| If we don’t go home, what difference does it make, boys?
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| This whole world would be a dull place, boys
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| If it was all work and no play boys |