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Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight. |
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Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight. |
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I'm a poorman's son, from across the railroad tracks, |
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The only shirt I own is hangin' on my back, |
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But I'm the envy of ev'ry single guy |
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Since I'm the apple of my girl's eye. |
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When we go out stepping on the town for a while |
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My money's low and my suit's out of style, |
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But it's all right if my clothes aren't new |
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Out of sight because my heart is true. |
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She says baby ev'rything is alright, uptight, out of sight. |
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Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight. |
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She's a pearl of a girl, I guess that's what you might say, |
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I guess her folks brought her up that way, |
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The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised |
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In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids. |
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She says no one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy, |
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No football hero or smooth Don Juan, |
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Got empty pockets, you see I'm a poorman's son. |
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She says give her the things that money can buy |
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But I'll never, never make my baby cry, |
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And it's all right, what I can't do, |
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Out of sight because my heart is true, |
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She says baby ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight. |
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Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight. |
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Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, ah ah ah ah, |
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Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight. |
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Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight. |