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

Evidently –She’s still pretty damn sore
And Consequently- She’s giving me what for
And Incidentally – She’s still the one I adore
But Evidently – She don’t want me no more

Yeah, that’s your stuff – all piled up on the lawn
You should take a look and see what you can pawn
I’ve seen bad but you’re the worst
I wish that I had torched it first
Hey! That’s all I had and now all the good stuff's gone

I tried to phone - I rang it off the wall
But when I hear your name – I won’t accept the call
I can put together two and two
But as to what to do, I have no clue
It’s obvious. She’s serious. I’m blue.