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Someone's husband pays your rent with stacks and stacks of presidentsthey blow it like it's counterfeit, believe meThey'll feed you lines and alcoholand one by one they'll pay for all the little things you do that make you sickYou keep on running for your pursethe waitress said it's getting worsetry and try you can't reverse it nowAnd I said "You done nothin but hurt meBut you do it right, you do it right, you got me so right"And I said "You done nothin but hurt meBut you do it right, you get it right, you got me so right"Counting singles, fives and tensthe last call lights are back againbut that won't stop the gentlemen, believe methey got ashtray smiles and dirty eyes,you're not afraid to compromise, any virus in a shirt and tie can tellkeep on running for your purse, the waitress said it's getting worseTry and try you can't reverse it nowI don't ever gamble, but I'd bet you life is going, going, going, goneThere's something you should know, there's so much you don't knowDown in an alley behind your apartment, we fall apart and we breathe it in.I get off, but I know that I'm just as bad as themDown in the alley behind you're apartmentyou smoke and tell me it's nothing realLetras de cancionesjust something we need, just something to feel.And I said "You done nothin but hurt meBut you do it right, you do it right, you got me so right"And I said "You done nothin but hurt meBut you do it right, you get it right, you got me so right" From Letras Mania