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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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