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Every little baby that's ever been born, |
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Been spanked and made to cry |
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Every young woman that's ever been loved, |
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Been shaken and made to sigh |
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Every young woman that's ever been loved, |
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Has told, told me true |
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Take his heart and run away as he would do to you |
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Every young man I've ever seen, |
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Been mean as he could be |
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Every last one I've loved, |
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And run as he would do to me |
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Take it from me that a man can be more trouble, |
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Than you'll ever know |
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He'll love you some and when he's done, |
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He'll laugh and let you go |
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So they told me, and they told me little else |
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But I tell you to better find out for yourself |
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Handsome stride and shoulders wide disguise a heart of stone |
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Lovers' wiles and tender smiles are better left alone |
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With his head hung low and his shoulders down |
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And a tear in the bottom of his shoe |
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He'll beg and tease and vow on his knees, |
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And then betray you, true |
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He'll say I'm tired, I'm broke, I'm sick I love you, while he cries |
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He'll say I'm sorry through his tears and all the time he lies |
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Shudder and sulk when he's at his best |
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Try one if you will |
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You can have mine and all the rest, you know I've had my fill |
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So they told me, and they told me little else |
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But I tell you to better find out for yourself |