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The poets say that all who love are blind |
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But I'm in love and I know what time it is! |
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The good book says "go seek and ye shall find" |
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Well, I have sought and my what a climb it is! |
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My life is just like the weather |
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It changes with the hours |
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When he's near I'm fair and warmer |
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When he's gone I'm cloudy with showers; |
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In emotion, like the ocean it's either sink or swim |
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When a woman loves a man like I love him. |
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Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should; |
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I got it bad and that ain't good! |
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My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood |
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I got it bad and that ain't good! |
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But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls aroun' |
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I end up like i start out just cryin' my heart out |
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He don't love me like I love him, nobody could |
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I got it bad and that ain't good! |
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Tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears |
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I'm glad I'm mad about him I can't live without him |
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Lord above me make him love me the way he should |
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Like alonely weeping willow lost in the wood |
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I got it bad and that ain't good! |
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And the things I tell my pillow no woman should |
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I got it bad and that ain't good! |
