By God won’t you please just cut out the lights
Suzanne won't you help me to draw the line
Between floozy women and having cigarettes with wine
There seems to be no room here for my laughter
But you never seemed to mind all those nights before
By God won't you please just cut out the lights
But whatever you do
won't you leave my candle burning
Working for nickel down at the armory
Trying to support my dime life style
The bossman telling me I better get it done
What a way to treat the boy who’s your only son
By God won't you please just cut out the lights
But whatever you do
won't you leave my candle burning
Count your money out on your own time
You stole somebody’s heart my dear but it sure as hell wasn’t mine
Pick your rags up off my bedroom floor
I done told you one time you’re not welcome here no more
By God won't you please just cut out the lights
But whatever you do
won't you leave my candle burning
By God won't you please just cut out the lights
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