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Another Monday morning |
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another five day week ahead |
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such a lonely weekend |
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sleeping in a half filled bed |
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Got those need-a-man blues |
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I need a man so bad |
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got those need-a-man blues |
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and it's driving me mad |
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All the evening people |
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dressing up just to get undressed |
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and me I'm stuck at home |
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losing more and gaining less |
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Got those need-a-man blues |
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I need a man so bad |
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got those need-a-man blues |
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and it's driving me mad |
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Emptiness inside |
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empty as a glass in my hand |
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whisky friend of mine |
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help me make it easy without |
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Got those need-a-man blues |
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I need a man so bad |
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got those need-a-man blues |
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and it's driving me mad |
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Baby baby baby |
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goes the singer on my hi-fi |
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honey honey honey |
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my reply |
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Got those need-a-man blues |
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I need a man so bad |
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got those need-a-man blues |
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and it's driving me mad |
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Emptiness inside |
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empty as a glass in my hand |
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whisky friend of mine |
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help me make it easy without |
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Got those need-a-man blues |
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I need a man so bad |
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got those need-a-man blues |
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and it's driving me mad |
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Another Monday morning |
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another five day week ahead |
|
such a lonely weekend |
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sleeping in a half filled bed |
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Got those need-a-man blues |
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I need a man so bad |
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got those need-a-man blues |
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and it's driving me mad |
