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She loved me fine when I was writing from Hong Kong And she dug it even better calling long distance on the phone and Cool and sexy gettin' that postcard from Brazil Ah, but now back here back home all she wanna give me is the chills She said, "When you get back, we're gon' cha-cha all night long" But she lied She said, "When you get back we're gon' sing a different song" But she lied I flew in on a red eye, I put a quarter in the phone and Voice said, "Leave a message, 'cause there ain't nobody home" I live in a hotel, wonderin' where she's at You know, the girl givin' me the third degree And that ain't where it's at, no And when you get back, we're gon' cha-cha all night long But she lied She said, "When you get back we're gon' sing a different song" But she lied She said, "When you get back everything be hoochie koo" But she lied She said, "When you get back, baby, I'll take care of you" But she lied You know that she lied You know that she lied You know that she lied You know that she lied, oh well You know that she lied You know that she lied (Well, about you) you know that she lied You know that she lied Oh well, oh well (Oh) Knew y'all because I had it all planned out and You shoulda seen how it all panned out now I live in a hotel, wondering where she's at You know, the girl givin' me the third degree And that ain't where it's at, no When you get back, we're gon' cha-cha all night long But she lied She said, "When you get back, we're gon' sing a different song" But she lied (oh) When you get back everything be hoochie koo But she lied She said, "When you get back, baby, I'll take care of you" But she lied She said, "When you get back" When you get back She said, "When you get back" When you get back She said, "When you get back" (When I) when you get back When you get back, um, come on, oh When you get back
Writer(s): Jon Cleary Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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