His: My baby keeps secrets from me.   Yeah, I love her. She'd disagree.   I know that one of these days.   Baby's gonna leave, she's gonna slip away.   Hers: Boy try's to love me but he's not that good.   Wish he'd treat me better probably knows that he should.   I know that one of these days.   Baby boy I'm leaving, I'm gonna slip away.      I cry out I'm singing sorry.   Do you feel sorry?   I hope you do...   I cry out I'm singing sorry   Do you feel sorry?   I bet you do!