Well, you come on to me, and you court and pursue me,
Hey, you asked me for the rest of my life,
Aren't you big on romance'
Aren't you short on circumstance'
And you forgot to tell me you have a wife,
Did you tell me that truth is your creed'
You don't apply it to me,
Your honesty is sifted with lies.

Hey, come on, Willy, do you really want to leave her'
Is it me you love'
I think it's just love that you love,
Willy, deal me a'a straight hand,
You got the wild card inside you glove.

Regular like clockwork,
You used to treat me like paydirt,
Yeah, but lately your clock don't seem to work anymore,
Gonna fire my retros and I'm backing off ' there she blows,
And I'm waiting 'til you let me know the score,
When you make an appearance, do you give me some clearance'
No, you lie like a dog and walk out the door.

Hey, come on, Willy, do you really want to leave her'
Is it me you love'
I think it's just love that you love,
Willy, deal me a'a straight hand,
You got the wild card inside you glove.

Ain't no time to talk in abstract now,
You take all the slack that love will allow, oh.

And I'm calling a penalty,
You can save that poetry,
Yes, baby, it's you and me on this line,
I used to love you, I used to hang on to you,
I guess it was a matter of time,
Don't you blow me no kisses,
Go on home to your Mrs.,
You won't miss me, baby,
Out of sight, out of mind.

Oh, Willy, do you really want to leave her'
Is it me you love'
I think it's just love that you love,
Hey baby, deal me a'a straight hand,
You got the wild card inside you glove.

You got the wild card inside you glove,
Oh, no, no, no,
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