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Well, you hear about all these women raising about their funky, funky, funky men |
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They've got some trifling husbands. Lord knows, they've got a lot of no good friends |
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All these fretting women sitting around the house all day long, and they are wondering when their loving papas are ever coming home |
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Wild women never worry. Wiiiiiiild women never never worry |
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I got a sweet disposition. Gonna wear my very own. I ain't never gonna spend one lonely night at home all alone |
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I can go out and drink all the courvoisier I can find. |
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Walk the streets and I can tell any man to go to hell if that man doesn't know how to act right |
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Wild women we don't every worry. Wiiiiiiild women never never get the blues. |
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Well, you fellas ain't ever gonna get nothing if you keep acting like an angel, child |
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Give it up tonight's a real real good night. Y'all gotta learn how to get to together well |
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Cuz I'll tell one more thing (Francine never tells a lie) |
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Wild women will be the first ones, Lord to learn how to fly |
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Wild women never worry. Wiiiiild women don't get the blues |
