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Oh
Donna
Somebody's comin' girl run
run run away
Hold on for a fast ride gotta get away
Gotta leave gotta
run gotta go gotta get out of here
She's Daddy's little big girl,
married to the big man
Money with the big job, money with the right
hand
Will shove you through the sheet rock and leave you in a pile on the
floor
Oh Donna, what you gonna do
He did it all for you
You
could be so happy
Oh Donna, he's sorry for the past
He wants to make it
last
Forgive him and he'll kill you
With his recipe for love
Gotta knife at her throat gotta bottle at his head
There's a fist through
the glass it's busted and red
There's a baby on the floor and she's at the
door with the keys
If she doesn't run now she might as well be
Dead on that floor, had to die to be free
Free from him and this nightmare
she's become
Oh Donna, what you gonna do
He did it all for you
You could be so happy
Oh Donna, he's sorry for the past
He wants to
make it last
Forgive him and he'll kill you
With his recipe for
love
Time's are tough but it just doesn't matter
Got a jaw made of
steel got a back made of leather
If he hits her again it'll damn sure be
his last
He tearin' up the pictures, tearin' up the bathroom
Broke
the shower door down, thinkin' it'll end soon
The sheets are wet covered
with his sweat and lies
Oh Donna, what you gonna do
He did
it all for you
You could be so happy
Oh Donna, he's sorry for the
past
He wants to make it last
Forgive him and he'll kill you
With
his recipe for love
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