| To marry a beautiful woman these days,
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| Is just like a murder crime
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| To marry a beautiful woman these days,
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| Is just like a murder crime
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| If you lookin' for a real good woman,
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| Boy you just wastin' time
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| First she don’t know how to sweeten your coffee,
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| She can’t even make up your bed
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| She don’t know how to sweeten your coffee,
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| She can’t make up your bed
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| She can’t even roast your meat
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| And how she mess up your bread
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| Next she can’t bake cornbread,
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| She can’t even boil beef stew
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| She can’t even bake cornbread,
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| She can’t boil beef stew
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| Man if your woman is beautiful and dumb,
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| That don’t mean a thing to you
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| My gal baked me some bread this morning,
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| The bread refused to rise
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| My gal baked me some bread this morning,
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| The bread refused to rise
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| The crust was tough on the bread,
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| Was as the rubber on a Maxwell tyre
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| Some men crave beautiful women,
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| But in my life it’s not worthwile
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| Some men crave beautiful women,
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| But in my life it’s not worthwile
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| After all they’re just beautiful,
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| Ain’t got sense of a newborn child |