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By Lyle Lovett
GA friend of mine, he said to me, a skinny girl is a misery
I Gshook my head cause I knew he couldn?t be right
That?s when I thought back to Bbjust last Cnight
When I got Ghome, it was maybe a little late
There was Gne?r a crumb on ne?r a plate
There was no Gmartini, no glass of grape
It was then I sought to BbcontemCplate
*On the word "tolerate" in the chorus for the first 2 lines, it's hard to tell
if there is an actual chord change or is he vocally sliding the note up.*
Some Gthings my baby don?t BbtoleCrate, no
GMy baby don?t BbtoleCrate, no
GMy baby don?t BbtolerCate from Gme
I said hello honey, how have you been
She said what could you have possibly have been doing until half past then
And not being completely insensitive I could tell my ship had run aground
Cause when I puckered up she puckered down
Now a small more ordinary man might not appreciate the guidance of a good woman that truly loves him
He might drift in despair during the ignorant, dumb misdoings of his dirty daily existence
But that?s not me, no yessirreee
I?m proof that true love will set you free
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