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Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge |
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A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo' |
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Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn |
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If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone |
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Come along young man, everything settin' right |
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My husband's goin' away till next Saturday night |
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Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn |
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If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone |
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Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet |
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My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat |
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Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn |
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If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone |
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The red rooster said, "Cockle doodle do do" |
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The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do" |
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Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn |
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If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone |
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With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet |
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Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat |
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Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn |
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If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone |
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Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go |
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My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so |
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Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn |
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If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone |
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Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low |
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Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go |
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Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn |
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If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone |
