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Well, she packed my bags and kicked me out
When we were havin' bad times
Looking back I can see it was over nothin'
Since then there's been too much red wine
And women messin' up my mind

But nothin' can compare with baby's lovin'
At two o'clock this mornin' I made up my mind
I'm gonna go back home to my sweet baby
I'm lookin' though the window at the city for the last time

Lord, knows this life, it'll drive me crazy
Well, I walked out on the highway caught a semi headed home
I hope she'll take me back, oh Lord, I'm prayin'
Now I'm standin' at the front door hopin' I'll find her all alone

Then I heard her sweet voice sayin'
And she said if you touch me you've got to love me
And if you love me you'll have to stay with me forever
And I'll forgive you and love will be like it should be

So if you touch me you've got to love me
If you touch me you've got to love me