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Well doll that dress you're wearing
Didn't come out of my pay
and those colored boots
weren't here yesterday.
You weren't home last night
Until a quarter after three.

Oh no,
It just doesn't seem right to me!

Well I wake up in the morning
Feeling 'round in an empty bed.
Whenever I answer the phone,
baby the line goes dead.
If I ask you where you're going,
you accuse me of picking a fight.

Oh no,
It just doesn't seem right!

All the matchbooks in your purses,
Come straight from those outside bars.
There's cigar butts in my ashtrays,
And you know I don't smoke cigars...
You gotta new way of walking,
That ain't like it used to be.

Oh no,
It just doesn't seem right!

It ain't right to me!

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