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I got a blonde, bosomed, bombshell

Lady through and through

Took her to the bar

To see a band or two

Brandy, beer, tequila

Then a shot of Jack

My woman drank them all

And asked for more to throw back

Oh, yeah

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true, yeah

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true, yeah

Coming from the bathroom

Ran into my friend

Said that my women

Was surrounded by men

Sitting at a table

With body builder types

Holding hands with one

Taking shots with her right

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true, ahh

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true

I had to think quick

I yelled through the bar

I'm Sargent John L Brooks

Narcotics, fourth floor

This lady deals in steroids

And I'm taking her in

And by the looks of this table

You must be buying, my friend

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true, ahh

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true

Excuses were flyin'

I grabbed my woman's hand

Kicked over a chair

And warned them again

I turned and walked away

And didn't look back

Now my woman don't drink

Brandy, tequila, beer or Jack, no

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true, ahh

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true, ahh

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Damned by a woman

That I knew wasn't true