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Good gawd O' lawd I can't hide it. Suppose to be doing other things. Here she go again Showing her face. She packed her bags. Left before the door could close. Left fa' anotha man. Lawd A mercy Here she is again. Showing her face. I can't hide it lawd. Catching the door fo' it close. Suppose to be doing other things. Find these old receipts. Piece my heart here and there. Good lawd I hid it from ma' self She claimin' she leavin' Come back wondering round Showing her face. Lawd A mercy Left before the door could close Left fa' anotha man Lawd A mercy Here she go again Here I go again Catching the door fo' it close.
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Back Door Blues (Ode To Langston Hughes)
Good gawd O' lawd I can't hide it. Suppose to be doing other things. Here she go again Showing her face. She packed her bags. Left before the door could close. Left fa' anotha man. Lawd A mercy Here she is again. Showing her face. I can't hide it lawd. Catching the door fo' it close. Suppose to be doing other things. Find these old receipts. Piece my heart here and there. Good lawd I hid it from ma' self She claimin' she leavin' Come back wondering round Showing her face. Lawd A mercy Left before the door could close Left fa' anotha man Lawd A mercy Here she go again Here I go again Catching the door fo' it close.
kewayne-wadley
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
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