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His: My baby keeps secrets from me. Yeah, I love her. She'd disagree. I know that one of these days. Baby's gonna leave, she's gonna slip away. Hers: Boy try's to love me but he's not that good. Wish he'd treat me better probably knows that he should. I know that one of these days. Baby boy I'm leaving, I'm gonna slip away. I cry out I'm singing sorry. Do you feel sorry? I hope you do... I cry out I'm singing sorry Do you feel sorry? I bet you do! From Letras Mania