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Hey I love that hair, long an' black |
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Hangin' down to the middle of your back |
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Don't cut it off whatever you do |
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'Cause I need it to run my fingers through |
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'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar |
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Yeah, I don't mean maybe, My Little Woolly Booger |
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Hey I got me a guitar, got a six strings |
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And a picker to make 'em ring |
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Every string's gotta note or two |
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That I'm gonna use to serenade you |
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'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar |
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You drive me crazy, My Little Woolly Booger |
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Well I got a dollar that I saved |
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Saved it up for a rainy day |
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Everybody's callin' for bills that's due |
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But they don't catch me, I'll spend it on you |
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'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar |
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Yeah, Don't mean maybe, Little Woolly Booger |
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Well I had me a gal, she said she's mine |
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But she run around on me all the time |
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Now she's gone an' I'm glad we're through |
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'Cause I-I'm plum-google eye'd over you |
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'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar |
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WhaaaT! |
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drive me crazy, don't mean maybe, drive me crazy |
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My Little Woolly Booger |
