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Wwell, you can't live with 'em, you can't live without 'em, |
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Yes, there's something mighty necessary 'bout 'em, |
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A woman will give you the blues, she'll have you pullin' |
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Out your hair, and wearin' out your walkin' shoes. |
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Well they just keep naggin', until your head is saggin', |
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There ain't a wink a-sleepin', when they start in weepin', |
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A woman will give you the blues, she'll have you bitein' off |
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Your nails, and wearin' out your walkin' shoes. |
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It's a losin' gamble, when you start to ramble, |
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Oh lordy, how you miss 'em, and you long to kiss 'em, |
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'cause a woman will give you the blues, she'll have you |
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Tossin' in your sleep, and wearin' out your walkin' shoes. |
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Well you can't live with 'em, you can't live without 'em, |
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It's better to talk with 'em, than to talk about 'em, |
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A woman will give you the blues, she'll have you talkin' to |
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Yourself, and wearin' out your walkin' shoes. |
