The telephone’s bin ringin’
Ringin’ off the wall
It’s your Las Vegas lawyer
Another long distance call
He says you get the house and the car
And I get the clothes I got on
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Now she’s gone
Long, long, long, long gone
Now I’m a happy boy
She’s long, long, long, long gone
Operator get me Manhattan
Get my baby on the line
Sooner or later she’s gotta realize
That all my feelin’s were for real
But maybe she was leadin’ me on
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She took the Frigidair
She got my favourite chair
You could say she got the best of me
It’s like a legal crime
But in a matter of time
She’ll be back for the rest of me