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Now let me take you to the movies Magg |
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So I can hold your hand |
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Oh well, it ain't that I don't like your house |
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It's just that doggone man |
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And that double barrel behind the door |
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It waits for Carl I know |
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Oh, climb upon ol' Becky's back |
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And let's ride to the picture show |
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I only see her once a week |
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And that's when my work is through |
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I break new ground the whole week long |
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With my mind set straight on you |
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And I've polished up my ol' horse Becky |
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And she looks good I know |
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So climb upon ol' Becky's back |
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And let's ride to the picture show |
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Now won't you let me take you to the show |
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So I can hold your hand |
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Oh, it ain't that I don't like your house |
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It's just that doggone man |
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And that double barrel behind the door |
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It waits for me I know |
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So climb upon ol' Becky's back |
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And let's ride to the picture show |
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Well, I break new ground the whole week long |
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With my mind set straight on you |
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And every time I try to smile |
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My heart it breaks in two |
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Oh, I slick myself for Saturday night |
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'Cause there's one thing I know |
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I'm a gonna take my Maggie dear |
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To the Western picture show |
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Now won't you let me take you to the show |
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So I can hold your hand |
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Oh, it ain't that I don't like your house |
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It's just that doggone man |
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And that double barrel behind the door |
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Lord, it waits for me I know |
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So climb upon ol' Becky's back |
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And let's ride to the picture show |
