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I'll take you to the picture show and babe I'll hold your hand, |
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I'll sit up in your parlor, let you cool me with your fan, |
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I'll listen to your troubles and pet you when you cry, but get |
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That marryin' out of your head, I'll be a bachelor 'til I die. |
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I don't mind honky tonkin' 'round if that will bring you fun, |
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But somehow I can't undersdtand how one and one make one, |
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I like to cuddle near you and listen to you lie, |
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But get that marryin' out of your head, I'll be a bachelor 'til I die. |
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Now if you want a helpmate you're wastin' lots of time, |
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'cause I'm afraid of church bells, how they scare me when they chime, |
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I've seen those married people just up and say goodbye, |
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So get that marryin' out of your head, I'll be a bachelor 'til I die. |
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This freedom's mighty precious in this land of liberty, |
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I've seen what matrimony done to better men than me, |
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But keep that marryin' out of your head, I'll be a bachelor 'til I die. |
