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I love that hair, long an? black |
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Hangin? down to the middle of your back |
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Don?t cut it off, whatever you do |
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I need it to run my fingers through |
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'Cause you?re my baby, you?re my sugar |
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Don?t mean maybe, you?re my baby |
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Got me a dollar that I saved |
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Saved it up for a rainy day |
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Everybody?s callin? for bills that?s due |
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But they don?t catch me, I?ll spend it on you |
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'Cause you?re my baby, you?re my sugar |
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Don?t mean maybe, you?re my baby |
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Got me a guitar, got a six strings |
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And a picker to make ?em ring |
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Every string?s gotta know what to do |
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'Cause I?m gonna use ?em to serenade you |
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'Cause you?re my baby, you?re my sugar |
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Don?t mean maybe, you?re my baby |
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Well I had me a gal, she said she?s mine |
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But she run around on me all the time |
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Now she?s gone an? I?m glad we?re through |
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'Cause I?m plum flipped over you |
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'Cause you?re my baby, you?re my sugar |
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Don?t mean maybe, you?re my baby |
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Oh, baby, baby, yeah you?re my baby |
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Well I don?t mean maybe |
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You drive me crazy |
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I love you baby, you?re my baby doll |
