Well, I met you on a Monday 
In a gin house 'round the block 
Your skin was dark as honey 
Like you'd been sunnin' 'round the clock 
You said that you were lonely 
And tired of all the lies 
That I looked like Rockefeller 
Especially 'round the eyes
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So Long! 
So Long! 
Well, your candyman got salty 
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

Well, I took you out to nightclubs 
And watched the fellas pounce 
I took you on vacations 
To spots I can't pronounce 
I bought you a big new Caddy 
To give our love a whirl 
But when I tried to kiss you, baby 
You said, "I'm not that kind of girl" 
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Everybody tried to tell me 
'Bout the cash I'd spent & lost 
But I didn't get the message 
Till they turned my power off 
You took a mountain of my money 
Let me think I had a try 
But before I started nibblin' 
You found a bigger fish to fry 
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You can wait there every evening 
You can wait there by the phone 
You can wait for some poor sucker 
Who's afraid to be alone 
There will always be tomorrow 
They print money everyday 
But you'll never get me, baby 
I'm the one that got away
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