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I'll take you to the picture show |
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And babe, I'll hold your hand |
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I'll sit up in your parlor |
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Let you cool me with your fan |
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I'll listen to your troubles |
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And pet you when you cry |
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But get that marrying out of your head |
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I'll be a bachelor till I die |
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I done my honky tonkin' round |
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And had a lot of fun |
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But somehow I can't understand |
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How one and one makes one |
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I like to cuddle near you |
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And listen to you lie |
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But get that marrying out of your head |
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I'll be a bachelor till I die |
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Now if you want a help mate |
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You're just wasting lots of time |
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'Cause I'm afraid of church bells |
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How they scare me when they chime |
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I've seen those married people |
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Just up and say goodbye |
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So keep that marrying out of your head |
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I'll be a bachelor till I die |
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This freedom's mighty precious |
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In this land of liberty |
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I've seen what matrimony's done |
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To better men than me |
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I don't mind keeping company |
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With the apple of my eye |
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But keep that marrying out of your head |
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I'll be a bachelor till I die |
