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Lyrics

Mr. Morgan come
Would you pour me one?
I know this lovely day has only just begun
But the thing you see
between you and me...
it keeps me from the gun

You see my baby sweet
he don't care for me
checking out those ladies in his magazines
With their skinny thighs
and their boobs up high

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And I just wanted to sigh

But I ain't bitter sweet
I'm packing up my bags to leave
I got my favorite pink sunglasses on
Mr. Morgan baby, I'll be gone

By the morning sun

At the bar all night
You see, his friends are tight
but just a flash of cleavage
gets them up in a fight
I looked the other way
said it was just a mistake

But I just wanted to cry

And then there was that time
at the rodeo rides
I caught him in a haystack tasting lady delights
It finally made me see
what he's doing to me

And I just wanted to die

But I ain't bitter sweet
I'm packing up my bags to leave
I got my favorite pink sunglasses on

Mr. Morgan baby, I'll be gone
By the morning sun

Sighing, crying, dying
I am done!

'Cause I deserve a little place in the sun

I packed my bags and a bottle of rum
Hey Morgan!
Put those sunglasses on!

'Cause I ain't bitter sweet
I'm packing up my bags to leave
I got my favorite pink sunglasses on
Mr. Morgan baby, I'll be gone

By the morning sun

So would you pour me one!

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