Sex With the Ex Foghat

Here come that woman, holy smoke
Wo, it's my ex old lady, ain't no joke
She's really styling, looking mighty fine
That piece was mine, way back in my prime

Ain't it kind of funny, how the times can be strange
But baby I'm responsible now
You know you can trust me - Baby I've changed
All I need from you is a smile

I got good taste at least, the fellows say
You know they're always tipping their hat
Just watch the way that lady packs that dress
Woo – don't get no better than that

I can't believe I let her get away
Thought that I was smarter than that
I'd walk upon the water, turn night into day
I'd do anything to get my baby back

Save me, lady - you know I'm trying to pass the test
Slay me, baby - nothing could be better than
Sex with the Ex

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