Brenda'lee, Brenda'lee,
no i can't chase you girl.
Brenda'lee, Brenda'lee,
you're just too fast for me.

200 miles to see you i come
and you won't get outta bed,
make me mad and then some,
now what has got into your head.

Sometimes you're so lovey dovey girl,
you make my head spin,
then you go and freeze me out,
seems sometimes, i can never win.

Now, Brenda'lee, we've known each other
for so many years,
why not get a little closer
instead of giving me the gears.

If there ain't no change in the weather, darlin',
i'm going to have to give you up.
I should have known better baby,
next time i'll have better luck.


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