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(Willie Cobbs) You don't love me, baby; you don't love me this I know If you leave me, baby, I won't have no place to go I'm gonna tell my mother; I'm gonna talk to my father, too Lord, I gotta tell my old man what these young girls will do to you Goodbye now, pretty baby, if I never see you no more Lord, you think I'm a fool, you better be on your merry way From Letras Mania