Hoverin' by my suit case
Tryin' to find a warm place
I want to thank you, pretty baby, for givin' your
Let me tell ya a story about a boll weevil
Now,
I love you, there's nothing to hide
It's better than burning
When I go to all the places we used to
Once a year there comes a time when love is
I told you, baby, how I feel
One word can close
I know I'm losin' you
I feel it all the time
And
Dear Mr. Editor, won't you please
Print my story in your
Your lips on mine are soft as dew
Your kiss is
Your lips on mine are soft as dew
Your kiss is
Let me tell you a story about a boll weevil
Now,
The same one you said you needed
The same one who
You don't know how much you hurt me
When you broke
I'm checking out of Hotel Loneliness
All my lonely days, they're
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