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Where Is My Man? |
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(Eartha Kitt) |
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I don't wanna be alone where is my man? |
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I don't wanna be alone where is my man? |
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I spend hours by the phone where is my baby? |
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I chew my fingers to the bone where is my man? |
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My list of needs is really quite brief, I need a man who can bring my relief, |
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From all the stress and strains of the day with just a tiny stroll thru Cartier |
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I need a man who can take me then taunt me and make me |
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Buy the things I so richly deserve, a man who knows what I require |
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Is the thing that I desire, is there anyone out there who has the nerve? |
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Where is my baby? He can't be far, look for an ascot, a big cigar, tell him to find me just send his car to this address I have to stress, I need him now |
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Where is my baby when will he start? To use his Visa right to my heart |
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I'll give him Carte Blanche baby be smart, baby, drop your amount in my account |
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But do it now. |
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The kind of man that I adore is the kind of man that gives me more of all the better things in life |
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That are free. Such as summer by the sea, The Hamptons, Malibu, Capri |
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The kind of man who comes alive when he comes near Rodeo Drive |
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Is the kind of man who wins my heart with style and class |
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You know Ive tried some other men, the kind with zeros, less than ten. |
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But everytime I grab the ring its always brass |
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