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: If you ever change your mind About leavin', leavin' me behind Oh, oh, bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

: Missed the Saturday dance Heard they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you Don't Get Around Much Anymore. Thought I'd visit the club Got

: Well I got a girl with a record machine, When it comes to rocking she's a queen. I took her to a dance on a saturday night, All alone where I can hold

: Well, well, well, Just because you think you're so pretty, And just because your momma thinks you're hot, Well, just because you think you've got something

: Well you wake up in the morning. Hear the ding dong ring, You go a-marching to the table, See the same damn thing; Well, it's on a one table, Knife

: Well lawdy, lawdy, lawdy miss clawdy Girl you sure look good to me But please don't excite me baby I know it can't be me I always give you all my money

If you ever change your mind About leavin', leavin' me behind Oh, oh, bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yes it's me and I'm in love again Had no lovin since you know when You know I love you Yes I do And I'm saving all my lovin just for you Need your loving

Ahhh, Kansas City, gonna get my way back home, all yeah, yeah I'm gain' to Kansas City, gonna get my baby back home, ah yeah yeah. Well it's a long long