No More Baby chords by Michael Katon

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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No more baby,
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I'm getting sick and tired of you
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No more baby,
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and all the white trash things you do
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No more baby,
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I don't even want you around
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No more baby, cause all you do,
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all you do is bring me down
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No more, baby
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You're on the sofa like some old stain
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No more, baby
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Smoke that stuff, you just ain't the same
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No more, baby
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You know you used to be my queen
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No more, baby
Now you're a witch
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In the glow of that TV screen
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I'm getting sick of coming
home from work
The bag you passed out
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on the living room floor
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You got Jerry Springer on the TV set
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You ain't got nothin' done
around the house
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What about that microwave oven
I bought you for Christmas, baby?
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You ain't even cooked me one meal yet
Better get out of that kitchen
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and make me a bloody sandwich
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Em 
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or somethin'
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No more, baby
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I never dreamed this is how it'd be
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No more, baby
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The day you said I'd do to me
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No more, baby
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Your mama tried to warn me about you
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No more, baby
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Now my worst nightmare has come true
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That's right, baby,
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I'm gettin' sick of lookin'
at you every day
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You got that old red flannel nightgown
on
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with the cigarette holes burnt in the front
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And the coffee stains down the side
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And your breath smells like a
sink full of dirty dishes, boy
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You got that old wig you bought at Kmart,
son
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And your pair of false teeth
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that ain't on the table
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Well, I ain't gonna put up with it no more
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I'm gonna take your stuff
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Your box of false eyelashes
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That big bag of fake fingernails
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Them old blue stretch pants
you wear every day
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Your pantyhose
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That cheap perfume you buy at Wal -Mart
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I'm putting that stuff in a box
out on the front door
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An d let the garbage man take it away
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And I'm cutting up your sears
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and pennies
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and credit cards
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I'm takin' away the car keys, baby
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I'm gettin' a lock change,
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your key ain't gonna fit no more
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Then, I'm gonna cancel
your subscription
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to Cosmo Poppin' Magazine
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And on top of that,
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I'm takin' all our money
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And  goin' to Las
Vegas with your mama
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No more, no more, no more
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No more, no more, no more
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No more! No more! No more!