| I’ve got a guy who says he loves me, so he says!
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| And every night he’s dreamin' of me, so he says!
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| I’m gonna knock on his front door
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| I’m gonna find out what’s the score!
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| How come you don’t love me like you used to, how come?
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| And you still my baby! |
| Come come!
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| You go runnin' round datin'
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| And leave me waitin'
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| Oh baby, how come, how come?
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| You don’t kiss me like you used to, how come?
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| Am I still your baby? |
| Come come!
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| You’re a solid hit, skipper
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| But honey, I’m a hipper!
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| Tell me how come?
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| Baby, I’m confessin'
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| You have got me guessin';
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| Lately, I don’t get nowhere
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| I get the air of Frigidaire!
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| How come you don’t thrill me how you used to, how come?
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| And you still my baby! |
| Come come!
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| Better stop your lyin'
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| Alibi-in'
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| And tell me baby, how come?
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| Baby, I’m confessin'
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| You have got me guessin';
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| Lately, I don’t get nowhere
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| I get the air of Frigidaire!
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| How come you don’t thrill me how you used to, how come?
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| And you still my baby! |
| Come come!
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| Better stop your lyin'
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| Alibi-in'
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| And tell me baby, how come?
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| You better stop your lyin' and tell me how come! |