Well, I don't think my baby loves
                 me no more.
   It could be the way she walked
              out that front door.
   Strapped to the side of a man
                 six foot and more.
   They took everything but that
               old kitchen drawer.

   Well, you can have
      my money,  my truck
                        and my art.
   You can have my money, my truck and my art.
    But you better the *** away from my heart.

   I met her on the dancefloor,and promised her the stars
   I gave her Momma's fancy jewelry and Daddy's fancy car.
   For about three and half weeks, man, it was nothin' but bliss.
   Until she met another stranger and he stole her with his kiss.

   Well, you can have my money, my truck and my art.
   You can have my money, my truck and my art.
    But you better the *** away from my heart.
    
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   And don't think you fooled me, baby.
   I knew the truth straight from the start.
       That you would never settle for money, trucks or art.
   So take what you want and makes no mind of me.
   I think I'll keep my heart, baby and set your's free.
   You can have your money, baby and
                                          stay away from my heart.     

   You can have my money, my truck and my art.
   You can have my money, my truck and my art.
    But you better the *** away from my heart.

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