Everywhere you look, you can write a book,
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On the trouble with a woman an' a man.
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But you cannot impose, you can't stick your nose,
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Into somethin' that you don't understand.
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Still you wonder:
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true?
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Who don't even care anymore?
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It makes you wonder:
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight,
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An' whose car is parked next door?
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I thought I knew him well; I really coudn't tell,
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That he had another lover on his mind.
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You see, it felt so right when he held me tight,
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How could I be so blind?
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But still you wonder:
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true?
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Who don't even care anymore?
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It makes you wonder:
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight,
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An' whose car is parked next door?
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Instrumental break.
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A heart is on the line each an' every time,
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Love is stolen in the shadows of the night.
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Though it's wrong all along, it keeps goin' on,
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As long as they keep out of sight.
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But still you wonder:
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true?
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Who don't even care anymore?
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It makes you wonder:
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight,
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An' whose car is parked next door?
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Still you wonder:
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true?
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Who don't even care anymore?
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It makes you wonder:
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight,
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An' whose car is parked next door?
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Still you wonder:
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Who's cheatin' who an' who's bein' true?
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Who don't even care anymore?
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It makes you wonder:
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Who's doin' right by someone tonight,
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An' whose car is parked next door?
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Who's Cheatin' Who
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Charly Mcclain |