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When my baby leaves to go downtown
and I'm all alone when the sun comes down
I get ideas
I get ideas
When she's out drinkin' liquor, when she twists and twirls
I'm makin' mental lists of other pretty girls
I get ideas
I get ideas
I hear boot spurs janglin' coming up the stairs
And it's not my baby but I was prepared
I get ideas, very bad ideas
I leave home early morning, come home late at night
And all day long I'm working up an appetite
I get ideas
I get ideas
Pray to Jesus, Mary, all my long-haired friends
I'm waitin' patiently for this life to end
I get ideas
I get ideas
I hear boot spurs janglin' coming up the stairs
And it's not my baby but I was prepared
I get ideas, very bad ideas
I get ideas, very bad ideas
When I'm left alone
on my own accord
ain't no point in praisin'
praisin' the lord
I've been working up this appetite
I've been sleepin' alone almost every night
I've been sleepin' alone almost every single night
I hear boot spurs janglin' coming up the stairs
And it's not my baby but I do not care
I get ideas, very bad ideas
I get ideas, very bad ideas
I get ideas, very bad ideas
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