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Ever' mornin' won't you you wake up early cook me great big T-bone steak |
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Serve it to me in bed go on the street and hustle bring me back all the money you make |
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Won't you rub my body with sweet scented oil, cool me with a 'lectric fan |
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Run to the church fall down on your knees say "Lord I wanna thank you for that man" |
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And I'll call that true love, true and sweet |
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That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' |
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But baby that's the kind of love I need |
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I wanna come home every evenin' to a great big meal of wine and roasted pheasant |
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I want you to say to me "Ray, hey this is Susy, this is Kay, I brought 'em both home to you for a present" |
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When "The Man" downs his soul and find my stash, won't you tell 'em it belongs to you |
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And when you're sittin' in the slam tell all the other chickies when they get out they should look me up too |
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And I'll call that true love, true and sweet |
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That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' |
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But baby that's the kind of love I need |
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Some guy accuses me of foolin' with his wife threatens to take me apart |
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Points a gun at me, I want you to jump in the middle and take the bullet in your own heart |
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And as you're lyin' on the floor and dyin', I want you to look up at me and say |
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"Hey Ray I'm sorry I messed up your rug, just roll my body out of the way" |
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And I'll call that true love, true and sweet |
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That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' |
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But baby that's the kind of love I need |
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Hollywood calls you on the telephone I want you to turn down the part |
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And when we're ballin' baby, ride on top so I never ever strain my heart |
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And I'll call that true love, true and sweet |
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That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' |
