Well, she had the hoops, white gold
With the penny loafers covering her toes
She was mine, got cold
Now the guilt's the only thing I hold
Spend my nights all alone
'Til I snap and buy a red-eye home
And I toss and I turn
Let a cigarette burn
My skin like a furnace
Damn, honey, look at you go
Ooh, ooh, look at that woman
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, look at that woman
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, look at that woman
Breaking my heart
Breaking my heart
Tennessee for the night
Got to get out of town sometimes
Got drunk on the flight
Since she left, I've been way outta line
Lost my faith and my mind
On the day we had to say goodbye
And I try not to call
But the leaves start to fall
Girl, it's nobody's fault
But, damn, you can make a thug cry
Ooh, ooh, look at that woman
(Ooh, [that woman?])
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, look at that woman
([Look at that woman?])
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, look at that woman
(Yeah)
Breaking my heart (Ooh-ooh)
Breaking my heart (Ooh-ooh)
Breaking my heart (Ooh-ooh)
She's breaking my heart (Ooh-ooh)
Breaking my heart (Ooh-ooh)
Breaking my heart (Ooh-ooh)
(Well, she had the hoops, white gold, white, white gold)
(She had the hoops, white gold, white, white gold)
(She had the hoops, white gold, white, white gold)
(Look at that woman)
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