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I had a dollar in my pocket |
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And dirt on my hands |
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She was a rich man's daughter |
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Who didn't give a damn |
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She had all the boys talkin' |
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With her fancy cat walkin' |
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But it was me who took her home |
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And gave her bed a good rockin', oh yeah' |
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Cause at the end of the day |
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Honey, when it's all said and done |
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I can't get enough of that diamond in the rough |
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I can't get enough of your diamond in the rough |
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Early next morning |
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I woke naked and beat |
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And as the sun was rising |
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She was lookin' like a treat |
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I stuck my finger in the honey |
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Threw my dollar in the well |
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And when I made my wish |
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You know it was clear as a bell |
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That at the end of the day |
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Honey, when it's all said and done |
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I can't get enough of that diamond in the rough |
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I can't get enough of your diamond in the rough |
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I can't get enough of that diamond in the rough |
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I can't get enough of that diamond in the rough |
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I can't get enough of that diamond in the rough |
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I can't get enough of your diamond in the rough |
