The Score Robert Cray
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Well all right, baby
I guess I know the score
You better get to packin'
I don't want you around here anymore
You come home looking funky
Your clothes all in a mess
And your story wasn't fittin'
Any better than your dress
Well all right, baby
Now I know the score
Well you better get to gettin'
I don't want to see you around here anymore
(Guitar solo)
You came in one time too many
Lyin' out both sides of your mouth
You said you was at your mother's
But I really got my doubts
I seen you at the Rainbow
Hangin' out with Red
And if I get my hands on you, baby
You're gonna wish that you were dead
I guess I know the score
You better get to packin'
I don't want you around here anymore
You come home looking funky
Your clothes all in a mess
And your story wasn't fittin'
Any better than your dress
Well all right, baby
Now I know the score
Well you better get to gettin'
I don't want to see you around here anymore
(Guitar solo)
You came in one time too many
Lyin' out both sides of your mouth
You said you was at your mother's
But I really got my doubts
I seen you at the Rainbow
Hangin' out with Red
And if I get my hands on you, baby
You're gonna wish that you were dead
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