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Sometime's I'm right |
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Sometime's I'm wrong |
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But he doesn't care |
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He'll String along |
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He loves me so |
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That funny honey of mine |
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Sometime's I'm down |
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Sometime's I'm up |
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But he follows 'round |
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Like some droopy-eyed pup |
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He love me so |
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That sunny honey of mine |
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He ain't no sheik |
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That's no great physique |
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Lord knows, he ain't got the smarts |
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Oh, but look at that soul |
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I tell you, the whole |
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Is a whole lot greater than |
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The sum of his parts |
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And if you knew him like me |
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I know you'd agree |
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What if the world |
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Slandered my name? |
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Why, he'd be right there |
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Taking the blame |
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He loves me so |
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And it all suits me fine |
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That funny, sunny, honey |
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Hubby of mine |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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A man's got a right to protect his home |
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And his loved ones, right? |
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[FOGARTY (Spoken)] |
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Of course, he has. |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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Well, I came in from the garage, Officer, and I |
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See him coming through the window. With my |
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Wife Roxanne there, sleepin'...like an angel... |
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[ROXIE] |
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He loves me so |
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That funny honey of mine |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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...an angel! |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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I mean supposin', just supposin', he had violated |
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Her or somethin'...you know what I mean... |
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Viloated? |
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[FOGARTY (Spoken)] |
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I know what you mean... |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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...or somethin'. Think how terrible that would have been. |
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It's a good thing I came home from work on time, I'm tellin' ya that! I say I'm tellin' ya that! |
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[ROXIE] |
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He loves me so |
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That funny honey of mine |
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[FOGARTY (Spoken)] |
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Name of deceased... Fred Casely. |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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Fred Casely. How could he be a burglar? |
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My wife knows him! He sold us our furniture! |
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[ROXIE] |
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Lord knows he ain't got the smarts |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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She lied to me. She told me he was a burglar! |
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[FOGARTY (Spoken)] |
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You mean he was dead when you got home? |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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She had him covered with a sheet and she's givin' |
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Me that cock and bull story abou this burglar, and |
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I ought to say that I did it 'cause I was sure to get off. |
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Burglar, huh! |
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[ROXIE] |
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Now, he shot off his trap |
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I can't stand that sap |
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Look at him go |
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Rattin' on me |
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With just one more brain |
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What a half-wit he'd be |
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If they string me up |
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I'll know who |
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Brought the twine |
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[AMOS (Spoken)] |
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And I believed her! |
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That cheap little tramp. So, she |
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Was two-timing me, huh? |
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Well, then, she can just |
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Swing for all I care. |
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Boy, I'm down at the garage, |
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Working my butt off fourteen |
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Hours a day and she's up mucnhin' |
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On god-damn bon bons and jazzing. |
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This time she pushed me too far. |
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That little chiseler. |
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Boy, what I sap I was! |
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That scummy, crummy |
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Dummy hubby of mine! |