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H I'm sorry I stole your man, and I'm sorry he loves me most;
But I took his heart and I lost my own and I'm sorry he's got my name.
Written below his chest, it's not my fault I took him for myself.
Cause he's just grown a feeling though you're pretty like a devils hound.
Sweet like a lemon tree; but you aint enough for what you need to be.
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