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Let me tell you a story. It ainât long at all.
The town I live in, is way too small.
No-tell motels, and loverâs lane,
Pleasures are few. Life stays the same.
But this townâs advantage, its one saving grace,
is you donât lose a lover, you just lose your place.
One day I was bragginâ, to a friend about my love.
I said, âMy baby and I, weâre like hand in glove.â
He said, âWell, I seen your glove last night, arm in arm,
with some other hand, and she was doinâ him right.â
âNow donât go upside her. Donât you get on her case.
Besides, you ainât lost a lover. You just lost your place.â
I awoke next morning, and there next to me.
was my next door neighbor, and she was fast asleep.
Then my baby came over, to apologize,
but when she saw that woman, well, that got a rise.
I stepped in between them, told her to her face,
âYou ainât lost a lover, baby. You just lost your place.â
Round and round and round and round we go,
Where love stops, ainât nobody knows.
The grass is always greener, until it turns brown.
Last week I ran into, my baby downtown.
Sometimes you win, if you donât try to save face.
We didnât lose each other. We just lost our place.
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- Album:
- Are You In, Kid?