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She was a woman on a mission. Here to drown him and forget 'im. So I set her up again to wash 'im down. She had just about succeded when that low down no good cheatin' good for nothin' came struttin' through the crowd. Oh, he was layin' it on so thick. He never missed a lick. Professin' his never ending love. Oh, but I never will forget, when she stood up and said "So I guess you think we're just gonna kiss and make up, don't ya?" That's when she said:
Chorus: Why don't you kiss, kiss this. And I don't mean on my rosy red lips. 'Cause me and you, we're through. And there's only one thing left for you to do.