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It's cost me a lot but there's one thing that I've got |
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It's my man, cold and wet, tired you bet |
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But all that I soon forget with my man |
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He's not much for looks |
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And no hero out of books is my man |
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Two or three girls has he |
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That he likes as well as me but I love him |
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I don't know why I should |
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He isn't good, he isn't true |
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He beats me too |
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What can I do? |
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Oh, my man, I love him so |
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He'll never know |
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All my life is just despair |
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But I don't care |
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When he takes me in his arms |
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The world is bright all right |
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What's the difference if I say |
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I'll go away when I know |
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I'll come back on my knees some day |
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For whatever my man is |
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I am his forever more |
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Oh, my man, I love him |
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Sometimes I say |
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If I could just get away with my man |
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He'd go straight sure as fate |
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For it never is too late for a man |
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I just like to dream |
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Of a cottage by a stream with my man |
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Where a few flowers grew |
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And perhaps a kid or two like my man |
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And then my eyes get wet |
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I 'most forget 'til he gets hot |
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And tells me not to talk such rot |
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Oh, my man, I love him so |
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He'll never know |
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All my life is just despair |
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But I don't care |
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When he takes me in his arms |
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The world is bright all right |
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What's the difference if I say |
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I'll go away when I know |
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I'll come back on my knees some day |
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For what ever my man is |
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I am his forever more |
