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Well-well-well, just because you think you're so prettyAnd just because your mama thinks you're hotWell, just because you think you've got somethingThat no other girl has gotYou caused me to spend all my moneyYou laughed and called me old Santa ClausWell, I'm telling you, baby, I'm through with youBecause, well-well, just becauseWell-well-well, there will come a time when you'll be lonesomeAnd there will come a time when you'll be blueWell, there will come a time when old SantaHe won't pay your bills for youYou cause me to lose all of my womenAnd now, now you say we are throughWell, I'm telling youBaby I was through with you, a long-long-long time agoWell, just because you think you're so prettyAnd just because your mama thinks you're the hottest thing in townWell, just because you think you've got somethingThat nobody else has gotYou caused me to spend all my money, honeyYou laughed and called me old Santa ClausWell, I'm telling you, baby, I'm through with youBecause, well-well, just because From Letras Mania