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A good man is hard to find, |
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You always get the other kind |
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Just when you think that he's your pal, |
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You look for him and find |
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Him fooling around some other gal |
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Then you rave, you even pray, |
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To see him laying in his grave |
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So if your man is nice, |
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You better take my advice |
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Hug him in the morning, |
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Kiss him every night, |
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Give him plenty loving, |
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Treat him right |
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Cause a good man now day's is hard to find |
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A good man is hard to find, |
|
You always get the other kind |
|
Just when you think that he's your pal, |
|
You look for him and find |
|
Him fooling around some other gal |
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Then you rave, |
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You even pray, |
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To see him laying in his grave |
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So if your man is nice, |
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You better take my advice |
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Hug him in the morning, |
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Kiss him every night, |
|
Give him plenty loving, |
|
Treat him right |
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Cause a good man now day's is hard to find |
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So if your man is nice, |
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You better take my advice |
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And hug him in the morning, |
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Kiss him every night, |
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Give him plenty loving, |
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And treat him right |
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For a good man now day's is hard to find |
