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I don't want him, you can have him |
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He's not worth fighting for |
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Besides there's plenty more where he came from |
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I don't want him, you can have him |
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I'm giving him the sack |
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And he can go right back where he came from |
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I'm afraid |
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I never loved him |
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Sweetie he'd be better off with you |
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I could never make him happy |
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All I ever wanted to do was |
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Run my fingers through his curly locks |
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Mend his underwear and darn his socks |
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Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes |
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Wipe his glasses when he's read the news |
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Rub his forehead with a gentle touch |
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Mornings after when he's had a little too much |
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Kiss him gently when he cuddles near |
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And give him babies one for every year |
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So you see that |
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I don't want him, you can have him |
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You can have him 'cos |
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I don't want him |
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Because he's not the man for me |
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Then I'd close the window while he soundly slept |
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Then I'd raid the icebox where the food is kept |
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I'd fix the breakfast that would please him most |
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Eggs and coffee some apricot juice and some buttered toast |
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Then I'd go out and buy the papers |
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And when they've been read spend the balance of the day in bed |
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So you see that |
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I don't want him, you can have him |
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You can have him 'cos |
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I don't want him, because he's not my man |
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I don't want him, you can have him, you can have him, |
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I don't want him |
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You can have him, |
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I don't want him 'cos he's not the man for me |
