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She never has to worry and she never has to try |
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She's never in a hurry and I know the reason why |
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She's got her daddie's and her fingers in some pies |
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She makes a double of a trouble with her lies |
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She says, "Oh, I'm mad about the boy" |
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She says, "Oh, I'm mad about the boy" |
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She says, "Oh, I'm mad about the boy" |
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She's always late to meet me and she always has to go |
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To make another entry at another coolie show |
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She is a dirty little lady but I know |
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She only has to say the chorus and I go |
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She says, "Oh, I'm mad about the boy" |
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She says, "Oh, oh, oh, I'm mad about the boy" |
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She says, "Oh I'm mad about the boy" |
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Don't tell me your troubles |
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I've got troubles that would make you scream and shout out |
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Don't tell me your troubles |
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I've got troubles I will tell about |
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No, I don't take a drink, no, I won't take a drink |
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But I sure take some ups and some downs |
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She makes me so weary |
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She picks me up to put me down |
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Don't tell me your troubles |
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I've got troubles that would make you scream and shout out |
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Don't tell me your troubles |
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I've got troubles I will tell about |
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No, I don't take a drink, no, I won't take a drink |
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But I sure take some ups and some downs |
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You make me so weary |
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You pick it up, put me down |
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You never have to worry and you never have to try |
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You're never in a hurry and I know the reason why |
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You got your daddie's and your fingers in some pies |
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You make a double of a trouble with your lies |
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You say, "Oh, I'm mad about the boy" |
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You say, "Oh, oh, oh, I'm mad about the boy" |
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You say, "Oh, I'm mad about the boy" |
