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It could be a spoonful of diamonds, |
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Could be a spoonful of gold, |
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Just a little spoon of your precious love, |
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Satisfy my soul. |
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Men lied about a little, |
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Some of them cried about little, |
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Some of them died about a little spoon, |
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Everything fightin' about a spoonful, |
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That spoon, that spoon, that |
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It could be a spoonful of coffee, |
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Could be a spoonful of tea, |
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But a little spoon of your precious love, |
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Good enough for me. |
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Men lied about that, |
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Some of them died about that, |
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Some of them cried about that, |
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Everybody fightin' about a spoonful, |
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That spoon, that spoon, that |
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It could be a spoonful of water, |
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Save you from the desert sand, |
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But one spoon of lead from my forty-five, |
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Save you from another man. |
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Men lied about that, |
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Some of them cried about that, |
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Some of them died about that, |
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Everybody fightin' about a spoonful, |
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That spoon, that spoon, that |
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That spoon, dat spoon, dat spoonful. |
