.I caught you with him
On them damp, slick, sticky, satin sheets
Then I packed my things and then I hit the streets
[Chorus]
87 southbound, to San Anton'
You got your baby, I got no home
The pavements burnin', at a hundred and two
I don't need to hear no more excuse.
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