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I'm three times seven, baby |
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I do as I doggone please |
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There ain't nobody this sign of heaven |
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Gonna get me on my knees |
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I'm a three times seven, baby |
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I'm gonna have my fun |
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Well, I just won't tame |
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I'm gonna be the same |
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Till I'm three times twenty-one |
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I'm the big duck in a puddle |
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Don't you try to push me around |
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'Cause I don't come in like no lion |
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just to go out like a lamb |
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I'm three times seven, baby |
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That makes twenty-one |
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Well I love on sight and I fly by night |
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I'm a no good son of a gun |
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I'm rough and ready, baby |
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And I really feel my oaths |
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Now I ain't scared of no livin' man |
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Or any gun he totes |
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I'm a triflin' troublemaker |
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And I'm really full of fun |
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Wild and wooly full of please |
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I'm a no good son of a gun |
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Way I make my livin' loafin' |
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I never did work a day |
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Workin' to me just don't agree |
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'Cause I ain't built that way |
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I'm a rootin' tootin' rounder gals |
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And don't you think that I ain't |
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Well, I might get around |
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To paint the town |
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But I never did like to paint |
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I'm three times seven, baby |
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I do as I doggone please |
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There ain't nobody this sign of heaven |
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Gonna get me on my knees |
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I'm a three times seven, baby |
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And I'm gonna have my fun |
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Well, I just won't tame |
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I'm gonna be the same |
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Till I'm three times twenty-one |