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Billie holiday |
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Lord i love my man, tell the world i do |
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I love my man, tell the world i do |
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But when he mistreats me |
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Makes me feel so blue |
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My man wouldn't give me no breakfast |
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Wouldn't give me no dinner |
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Fought about my supper and put me outdoors |
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Had the dark clay make black spots on my clothes |
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I didn't have so many |
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But i had a long, long way to go |
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Some men like me talkin' happy |
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Some calls it snappy |
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Some call me honey |
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Others think i got money |
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Some tell me baby you're built for speed |
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Now if you put that all together |
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Makes me everthing a good man needs |