| I got a guy
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| He don’t dress me in sable
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| He looks nothing like Gable
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| But he’s mine
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| And I think he’s too divine
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| I got a guy
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| When he starts into pet me
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| He’s the sauce on spaghetti
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| He’s the kind
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| That you can’t keep off your mind
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| I got a guy
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| And he’s tough
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| He’s just a gem in the rough
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| But when I polish him up, I swear
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| He’ll be a Tiffany solitaire
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| I’m riding high
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| 'Cause I’m happy and carefree
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| There is nothing that can scare me
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| 'Cause I got a guy
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| I got a guy
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| And he’s tough
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| He’s just a gem in the rough
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| But when I polish him up, I swear
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| He’ll be a Tiffany solitaire
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| I’m riding high
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| 'Cause I’m happy and carefree
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| There is nothing that can scare me
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| 'Cause I got a guy |