SHE DON'T LIVE HERE NO MORE

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        I called her up yesterday.

        I thought she might awant to come out and play,

        that day.

        I think over to my place, she would want to come and

        stay.



        Yeah.

        But, the voice on the phone,

        OO, the voice on the phone,

        words to my ear, I never thought I'd hear.

        words to my ear, I never thought I'd hear.            



        She don't live here no. more.

        That's right, she don't live here no more.

        She don'r live here no more.



        I think I am gong to cry.

        She left without saying goodbye.

        My oh my.  Why oh why.

        I think I am going to cry.

        I think I am going to cry.



        She don't live here no more.

        That's right, she don't live here no more.

        She don't live here no more.



        Oh, where oh where could my b-baby be?

        Where oh where, could she have gone?

        Her roomate said, she went to live with a guy

        named John.



        Maybe it was a guy named Ron.

        Maybe a Don.

        Maybe it was a guy named Shawn.



        Her roomate did not know

        the name exact of the guy.

        That was a fact.

        I think I am going to cry.

        I felt like I just got whacked.

        Yeah, I think I am going to cry.



        She don't live here no more.

        That's right.  She don't live here no more.

        She don't live here no more.



        Her roomate said she said, of me she was through.

        Her roomate said she said, she was going to try

        somebody new.

        Oh, W-What did I do?

        Oh, W-what did I do?



        What am I going to do now?

        I feel just like a cow.  

        A coy on the day on of the kill.

        My heart is standing still.

        I do not know ehere to start.

        Of this, I am not very smart.



        I feel just like a child,

        a child stuck in shopping cart.

        A piece of paper before it becomes art.

        This feeling is certainly not mild.

        My heart is going wild.



        She don't live here mo more.

        That's right, she don't live here no more.

        She don't live here no more.

  

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