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I may be drunk but I know my own front door
It seems my key donít fit this lock no more
I was only gone a day or so
Well, maybe three ó itís hard to know
But that gal inside is not gonna let it go

Evidently óSheís still pretty damn sore
And Consequently- Sheís giving me what for
And Incidentally ó Sheís still the one I adore
But Evidently ó She donít want me anymore

Yeah, Thatís my stuff ó all piled up on the lawn
Guess Iíll take a look and see what I can pawn
I guess I should expect the worst
Looks like she must have torched it first
Itís all I had and the good stuff is all gone


I tried to phone - I rang it off the wall
But when she hears my name ó she wonít accept the call
I can put together two and two
But as to what to do, I have no clue
Itís obvious. Sheís serious. Iím blue.