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Baby, I just can't do it no more, baby
I can't keep sneaking around like this
I'm tired of meeting in secret places
Three or four times a week
I'm tired of being introduced as your cousin
To your suspicious friends that we sometimes meet
I'm tired of waking up in the morning, baby
Feeling guilty and ashamed
I'm tired of checking into a cheap motel
Under a false and fictitious name
I don't have to be a scholar or have a master's degree
I don't have a diploma or a PhD
But there's one thing I know
And baby, that's three, three into two won't go
Three into two won't go
I drive by your house late at night
Just to see if your old man car's at home
I'm tired of calling and hanging up, baby
When a man answers the telephone
I'm tired of watching the clock while
We're getting it on (Getting it on)
Half doing my job so we can beat him back home
One more thing, baby, that's on my mind
You carrying a baby, is it his or mine?
I know I'm gonna miss what I never really had
But too much of a good thing can also be bad
And it's one thing I know
Baby, it's three, three into two won't go
Three into two won't go (Won't go!)
Three into two won't... (Somebody's gonna get hurt!)
Three into two won't go
Three into two won't go (Won't go!)
Three into two won't... (Somebody's gonna get hurt!)
Three into two... (Ah, don't choke me like that!)
Three into two won't... (I ain't gonna do it no more, baby!)