you up and leave me cold turkey

when you know i could not tie my own shoe

this does not please me, no not exactly

guess you do not give a damn for my love



everybody knows that she's worse than religion

no you do not cross a woman in love

everybody knows that the turn of the season

paris in the spring doesn't mean a damn thing to my baby

no, no no, no



you beat me up, you put me down

you're slamming my name all over town

guess i'm big enough to roll with the punches

but you bruise me, you abuse me damn good



everybody knows that she's worse than religion

no you do not cross a woman in love

everybody knows that the turn of the season

paris in the spring doesn't do a damn thing



i love you so, so much

you love me so, so what

i love you so, so much

you love me so, so what



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