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Whenever you find a man |
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That loves every woman he sees |
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There's always some kind of woman |
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That's putting him up a tree |
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Well that kind of man he ain't got |
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As much sense as a mule |
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You know everyone don't love you |
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They're just playing you for a fool |
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Oh no it's not hard for you to understand |
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True love can be such a sweet harmony |
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If you do the best that you can |
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Now if you marry the wrong kind of woman |
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And you get where you can't agree |
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Well you just as well forget your plan |
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Let that woman be |
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But a man ought to make a good husband |
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And quit trying to lead a fast life |
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Going about dressing up other women |
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Won't put clothes on his own wife |
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Oh no it's not hard for you to understand |
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True love can be such a sweet harmony |
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If you do the best that you can |
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Well there's lots of good women want to marry |
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And they want to live well at home |
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But they're 'fraid they'll get hold of some rowdy man |
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Can't let other women alone |
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And there's lots of good men want to marry |
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And they want to live well at home |
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But every time they turn their back there's a man there |
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Asking darling is he gone |
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Oh no it's not hard for you to understand |
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True love can be such a sweet harmony |
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If you do the best that you can |
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True love can be such a sweet harmony |
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If you do the best that you can |
