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City Woman






When I tell you I love you, You just turn the other way. But no, girl, I don't need you, Or your petty games. So here I remain, I hope I don't see you again. You make my hands shake You make my knees quake You make my bones ache You make my mind break baby No, city woman You can try to win me back, But I am better than that

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