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Me and baby went to the show |
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I and baby went to the show |
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Did we sit on the end? No |
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'Cause a fallen girl was in the very front row |
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She got real lace curtains on her door |
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She got Brussels carpets on the floor |
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But she don't wear no silk or lace |
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No, Lord, she don't wear no corsetwaist |
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So love me sweet, my dear sweet Lucy |
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Love me sweet, my pretty baby |
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Love me sweet, baby sweet Lucy |
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Love me sweet, pretty baby |
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Now baby's gone an' I won't come home |
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Now baby's gone an' I won't come home |
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Or with my clothes all wrinkled |
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And my hair ain't sittin' just right in the middle |
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She makes me want things I never had |
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She makes me want things I never had |
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Babe, there's too many things I never had |
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And too many things I will never have |
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So love me sweet, my dear sweet Lucy |
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Love me sweet, my pretty baby |
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Love me sweet, baby sweet Lucy |
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Love me sweet, pretty baby |
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And you're the best that it is |
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And I need you baby please |
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'Cause you're the best that it is |
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And I need you in all my bizz |
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So love me sweet, my dear sweet Lucy |
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Love me sweet, my pretty baby |
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Love me sweet, baby sweet Lucy |
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Love me sweet, pretty baby |
