"Bein' Bad Don't Pay"
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Now you think I don't know,
where you were last night.
Well' I saw you with her,
right there in plain sight.
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You think I don't know,
your the cheatin' kind.
There's a dime a dozen,
just crossin' that line.
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Your late night drinkin'
is outta control.
Your gamblin'debt's,
has got us in the hole.
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Now' I'm tired of your cheatin',
and your runnin' around.
I'm just wastin' my time,
on this love ground.
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You better get yourself right,
you'd better mend your ways.
Cause your headin' for 'HELL',
Being bad don't pay.
~~~
Sandra Winright
October 8, 2007
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