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Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
You say I’ve been buyin’ another woman clothes,
But you’ve been talkin’ to someone else.
I called your mama ’bout three or four nights ago.
I called your mama ’bout three or four nights ago.
Your mama said, son,
Don’t call my daughter no more.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
You say I’ve been buyin’ another woman clothes,
But you’ve been takin’ money from someone else.
Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time.
Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time.
You’ve been gone away so long,
I’m just about to lose my mind.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
You say I’ve been buyin’ another woman clothes,
But you’ve been talkin’ to someone else.
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