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I'm gonna find me, Lord I've got to find me a part time loveI've got to find me, I've got to find me a part time loveThe next time, the next time my baby leaves meThere's one other thing I wanna tell you right here:People in the cemetery, them are all aloneSome turn to dust, and some have boneI'd rather be dead, six feet in my graveThan to live lonely, each and every dayShe came home this morning, I asked her where had she been?She said don't ask me no question daddy, because I'll be leaving againThat's why, that's why I've got to find me, Lord I've go to find me a part time loveThe next time, the next time, the next time my baby leave me,Can't you see I got to have me a part time loveAnd one more thing I wanna say right here:Every, every time my baby leaves meI have to suffer the whole time she's goneEvery, every time my baby leaves meI have to suffer the whole time she's goneBut oh, the next time my baby leaves mePeoples can't you see I just got to have me a part time loveWhoa, whoa, I'm talking about a love,One gonna stick by me when I get oldI'm talking about the kind of loveThat's gonna wash my dirty clothesWhoa, I'm talking about love, yeah, yeah, I'm talking about love... Aus Songtexte Mania