I Gotta Go

I got sixteen dollars and a packet of reds
A rock n roll headache runnin' over my head
Black rings wrapped around my eyes
And I can't stand to see you cry when

I tell ya woman, it's a shame, shame I know
I gotta go

She come 'round fast, put her hooks in me
But she don't see no good in me
I wanna taker her out, by the hand
Show her I'm not just any old man

She gonna get up and go out tonight
She's runnin' 'round town with some other guy
I got my cigarettes and my wine
Black rings wrapped around my eyes



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Writer(s): Joel Paul William Dean, Shaina Wan Zaid
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