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Verse 1
Only last June when her old man ran away
She couldn t stop crying cause she knew he was gone to stay
10:35 on a lonely Friday night
She was standing by the fire and ooh she was looking no right

B Section
I asked her if she wanted to dance
And she said that
All she wanted was a good man to marry
And wanted to know
If I thought I was qualified

Chorus
And I said baby don t waste your time
I know what s on your mind
I may be qualified for a one night stand
But I could never take the place of your man

Verse 2
It hurt me so bad when she told me with tears in her eyes
He was all she ever had and now she wanted to die
He left her with a baby and another one on the way (oh no)
She couldn t stop crying cause she knew he was gone to stay

B-Section
She asked me if we could be friends
And I said oh honey baby that s a dead end
You know and I know
That we wouldn t be satisfied

Chorus
And I said baby don t waste your time
I know what s on your mind baby
Wouldn t be satisfied with a one night stand
And I could never take the place of your man

(Chorus out)

Baby let s do it right now
Baby let s do it right now
Baby let s do it right now
Baby let s do it right now
I got the time - I got the love
Baby I m a rubber cement man
Baby won t you do it with your hand
Baby won t you...

It s no secret; somebody waits at home for you,
And I know how hard it seems for you to do.
So if you really believe this love is so wrong,
We don t have to carry on.
But still I wonder:
Why does it have to be wrong...

Łubu dubu łubu dubu
niech żyje nam prezes naszego klubu
niech żyje, niech żyje nam!

kto w grudniu się bawi jak w czasie wakacji
kto przywiózł dziwną wódkę z Chorwacji
kto był na grillu i podpalił altankę
kto podrywa moją siostrę i jej koleżankę
kto nie spał na czerwonym i pojechał przez chodnik
kto komisję wojskową odwiedził bez...

Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocain on the mirror
The short straw takes its bow

The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette marking time in the pocket...

Once great kings of the Secondborn
Cheated their faith with the Rings of Sauron
Nine for mortal men
Turned them into the shadows of immortal

Without their maste they have no focus
They have no choice but to obey
Without their Rings they have no life
This curse is their soul and presence

They speak with the voice...