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I can wash out forty-four pairs of socks |
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And have them hangin' out on the line |
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I can starch and iron two dozen shirts |
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Before you can count from one to nine |
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I can scoop up a great big dipper |
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Full of lard from the drippin's can |
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Throw it in the skillet, go out and do my |
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Shopping and be back before it melts in the pan |
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'Cause I'm a woman |
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W-O-M-A-N |
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I'll say it again |
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I can rub and scrub till this old house |
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Is shinin' like a dime |
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Feed the baby, grease the car and |
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Powder my face at the same time. |
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Get all dressed up, go out and swing |
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Till four a.m. and then |
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Lay down at five, jump up at six |
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And start all over again. |
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'Cause I'm a woman |
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W-O-M-A-N |
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I'll say it again |
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If you come to me sickly, you know |
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I'm gonna make you well |
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If you come to me hexed up, |
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You know I'm gonna break the spell |
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If you come to me hungry, |
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You know I'm gonna fill you full o' grits |
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If it's lovin' you're lackin', I'll kiss you |
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And give you the shiverin' fits. |
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'Cause I'm a woman |
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W-O-M-A-N |
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I'll say it again |
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I can stretch a greenback dollar bill |
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From here to kingdom come |
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I can play the numbers, pay my bills |
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And still end up with some |
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I got a twenty dollar gold piece says |
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There ain't nothin' I can't do |
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I can make a dress out of a feed bag |
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And I can make a man out of you |
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'Cause I'm a woman |
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W-O-M-A-N |
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I'll say it again |
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'Cause I'm a woman |
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W-O-M-A-N |
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And that's all |
