Six months pregnant, but with a lot of desire to fuck

other than me.

Girl, you got to change your crazy ways.

You hear me?

Say you're leaving on a 7.30 train,

and that you're heading out to Hollywood.

Girl, you've been giving me that line so many times,

it kind of gets like feeling bad looks good.

Yeah.

That kind of loving turns a man to a slave.

That kind of loving sends a man right to his grave.

I go crazy, crazy, baby.

I go crazy.

You turn it on, and you're gone.

Yeah, you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy.

Oh, you, baby.

What can I do?

Honey, I feel like the color blue.

You're packing up your stuff and talking like it's tough

and trying to tell me that it's time to go.

Yeah.

But I know you ain't wearing nothing underneath that overcoat.

Well, and it's hard to show.

Yeah.

That kind of loving makes me want to pull down the shade.

Yeah.

That kind of loving, yeah, now I'm never, never, never,

never gonna be the same.

I go crazy, crazy, baby.

I go crazy.

You turn it on, and you're gone.

Yeah, you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy.

Oh, you, baby.

What can I do?

Honey, I feel like the color blue.

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