| She said the man’s goin' home with me
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| She told the bar she was takin' all bets
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| Well never trust a woman drinkin' whiskey
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| That lights her own cigarette
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| I started callin' her baby, temptation was drivin' me wild
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| I think the only thing that saved me
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| It’s just not my style
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| 'Cause I’m not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
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| I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
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| I’m not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
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| I’m as lonely as any man around
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| I just don’t like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
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| Lay 'em down
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| Pick 'em up and lay 'em down
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| So we went from bottoms up to coffee cups
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| A corner booth where the lights got dim
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| We started talkin' 'bout gettin' real close
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| About how, and about when
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| It started rainin' harder and harder
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| I got up and with a thoughtful smile
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| I said, «Honey, if that ain’t thunder and lightnin'
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| It just ain’t worthwhile»
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| I’m not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
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| I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
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| I’m not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
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| I’m as lonely as any man around
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| I just don’t like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
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| Lay 'em down, down, down, down, down
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| I turned around and gave her one last smile
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| And thought about one long kiss
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| But that would be takin' it too far baby
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| And maybe something I couldn’t resist
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| I’m not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
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| I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
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| I’m not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
|
| I’m as lonely as any man around
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| I just don’t like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
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| Lay 'em down
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| Pick 'em up and lay 'em down
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| Lay 'em down
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| If it ain’t about thunder and lightnin'
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| It just ain’t worthwhile
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| Lord knows it just ain’t my style
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| Pick 'em up and lay 'em down, down, down, down, down
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| Pick 'em up and lay 'em down |