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I love that hair, long an' black |
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Hangin' down to the middle of your back |
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Don't cut it off whatever you do |
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I need it to run my fingers through |
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'Cause you're my baby, uh huh uh, you're my sugar |
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Don't mean maybe, you're my, baby |
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Got me a dollar that I saved |
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Saved it up for a rainy day |
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Everybody's callin' for bills that's due |
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But they don't catch me, I'll spend it on you |
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'Cause you're my baby, uh huh uh, you're my sugar |
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Don't mean maybe, you're my, baby |
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Got me a guitar, got a six strings |
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And a picker to make 'em ring |
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Every string's gotta know what to do |
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'Cause I'm gonna use 'em to serenade you |
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'Cause you're my baby, uh huh uh, you're my sugar |
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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby |
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Well, I had me a gal, she said she's mine |
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But she run around on me all the time |
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Now she's gone an' I'm glad we're through |
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'Cause I'm plum-flipped over you |
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'Cause you're my baby, uh huh uh, you're my sugar |
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Don't mean maybe, you're my, baby |
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Oh, baby, baby, yeah you're my baby |
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Well, I don't mean maybe |
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You drive me crazy |
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I love you, baby, you're my, babydoll |
