I saw you sliding out the bar
I saw you slipping out the back door, baby
Don't even try and find a line; this time is fine
Darling, you're still divine
You don't love me at all
But don't think that it bothers me at all.
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but ya...
You're so damn hot!
So now you're headed to your car
You say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie
But, darling, look at how you're dressed, your best
Suggests another kind of guest
You don't love me at all
But don't think that it bothers me at all.
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but ya...
You're so damn hot!
So who's this other guy you've got?
Which other rubes are riding hot-shot, sugar?
I could have swore you said before, 'no more, for sure'
What'd I believe you for?
You don't love me at all
But don't think that it bothers me at all.
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but ya...
You're so damn hot!
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