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(johnny cash) |
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Roy orbison (sun 251, 1956) |
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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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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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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby |
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Got me 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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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby |
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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 know what to do |
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'cause i'm gonna use 'em to serenade you |
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'cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar |
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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby |
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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-flipped over you |
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'cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar |
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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby |
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Oh, baby-baby, yeah you're my baby |
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Well i don't mean maybe |
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You drive me crazy |
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I love you baby, you're my babydoll |