.Well, pack up your clothes, go on and leave
Tell your folks that we are through
Honey, that ain't a-gonna make me grieve
âcause I know just what you'll do
You'll pout and cry and swear that I
am the meanest thing in town
But I'll bet money that you'll be back
Before t.
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