Advance Romance

no more credit

From liquor store

Suit is all dirty, boy

Shoes is all wore

Tired and lonely, my

Heart is all sore

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I can't stand it no more

Told me she loved me

I believed what she said

Took me for a sucker, boy

All corn-fed

Next thing i knew

She had a bolt on the door

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I can't use it no more

She took george's watch

Like they always do

(it was a timex, too!)

No more money, boy

I shoulda knew

'you know i told ya'

'i know you told me'

'ya didn't listen to me'

'but i couldn't listen to ya!'

'told ya 'bout the anchovies... george duke!'

The way she do me, boy

She might do you, too

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People i am through!

Potato-head bobby

Was a friend of mine

Open three of his eyes

In the food stamp line

Open four of his eyes

In the food stamp line

Open five of his eyes

In the food stamp line

Open six of his eyes

In the food stamp line

Said she might be a devil

But she sure was fine

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He wanna try it one time

Later that night

He drop on by

Told her all he wanna do

Was step up and say "hi"

Half an hour later

She had frenched his fry

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Bobby, say good-bye