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(r. bateman, g. horton, w. stevenson, b. holland)
They call me a playboy
As i'm making my rounds
Chasing the bright light
Of each night spot in town
Thought i never show it,
My heart's breaking in two
They call me a playboy
But i'm just lonesome for you
I once had a real love
That was when i had you
Now i'll never feel love
With somebody new
This false front i'm wearing
Is just to cover my blues
They call me a playboy
But i'm just lonesome for you
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