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My baby left this mornin' With everything I had She didn't give me no warning And that's why I feel so bad Oh, Anita (wah-la-la-la) Anita (wah-la-la-la) I need some sympathy (wah-la-la-la) Anita (wah-la-la-la) I love ya (wah-la-la-la) Come and sit by me, oh-oh That's a tape that we made But I'm sad to say it never made the grade That was me Third guitar I wonder where the others are Vine Street We used to live there on Vine Street She made perfume in the back of the room While me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop And we'd play for her the songs she liked best to have us play On Vine Street Vine Street The crack of the backbeat on Vine Street Swingin' along on the wings of a song Lyin' secure, self-righteous and sure Why, we'd things to say if the people would pay To have us play on Vine Street From Letras Mania