have to call me darlin', darlin' You never even called me by my name You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings And you don't have to call me Charley
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don't want to be my wife But oh, oh, the games we play She's too good for me She's too good for me She's too good for me She's too good for me
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Release me from what I've done Release me from what I've done Release me from what I've done Release me from what I've done Release me, release me,
urge to sing The kind of ditty that invokes the Spring So, control your desire to curse While I crucify the verse This verse I've started seems to me
my only crime I guess you know lust from greed... Speak to me! In the language of the lovers Speak to me! The language of the head Who's gonna take me
Traducción: David Alan Coe. Mesmo que você Nunca me chamavam pelo meu nome (o C Perfect.
Traducción: Williams, Robbie. I Feel uma vontade súbita de Sing The Kind Of Ditty que invoca a Primavera.
up your microscope, and tell me what you see You'll still know nothin' 'bout me You'll still know nothin' 'bout me You'll still know nothin' 'bout me
probably me I hate to say it I hate to say But it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say But it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say But
my wife But oh, oh, the games we play She's too good for me She's too good for me She's too good for me She's too good for me She's too good for me
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s probably me I hate to say it I hate to say But it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say But it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say
