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Miller-Morgan |
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You said I haven't been around |
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The way I dress is a sin |
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I been further under the house |
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Lookin' for eggs, then you've ever been |
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You're humbuggin' me, you're humbuggin' me |
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I believed those stories |
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But now you're humbuggin' me |
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You told me, little darling, you loved me |
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You'd go through fire or pain |
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Last week you wrote me a letter |
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Said, I see you if it don't rain |
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You're humbuggin' me, you're humbuggin' me |
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I believed those stories |
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But now you're humbuggin' me |
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Well, when I married you darling |
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You thought I was a profit, I know |
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You promised me chicken and pork roast |
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But you gave me sour milk and burned toast |
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You're humbuggin' me, you're humbuggin' me |
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I believed those stories |
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But now you're humbuggin' me |
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Well, when I married you darling |
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You thought I was a profit, I know |
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You promised me chicken and pork roast |
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But you gave me sour milk and burned toast |
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You're humbuggin' me, you're humbuggin' me |
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I believed those stories |
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But now you're humbuggin' me |
