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My heart is sad and I'm all alone |
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my man's treating me mean |
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I regret the day that I was born |
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And the man I ever seen |
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My happiness is less today |
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My heart is broke, that's why I say |
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Lord, a good man is hard to find |
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You always get another kind |
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Just when you think that he's your pal |
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You look and find him foolin' 'round some old gal |
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Then you rave, you all crave |
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You want to see him in his grave |
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So if your man is nice, take my advice; |
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Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night |
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Give him plenty lovin'; treat your good man right |
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Oh, a good man is so hard to find |
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We always get that roughed old kind |
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Just when you think that he's your pal |
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You like and find him hangin' 'round some old gal |
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Then you rave, how you crave |
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You wanna see him dead layin' in his grave |
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So if your man is nice, take my advice |
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Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night |
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Give him plenty love madam, treat your man right |
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'Cause a good man nowadays sure is hard to find |
