| Everyone tells me he’s no good
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| He doesn’t love me like he should
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| I would forget him if I only could
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| He’s a demon
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| He’s a devil
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| He’s a doll
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| That man can look me in the eye
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| And tell the biggest, sweetest lie
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| And I forget that lipstick on his tie
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| He’s a demon
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| He’s a devil
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| A doll
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| Sometimes I make up my mind
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| That I’ll stop being so blind
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| And tell him off real bad
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| But then he turns on those charms
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| And there I am in his arms
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| And I forget why I’m mad
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| I ought to tell him «drop dead!»
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| But I keep loving him instead
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| My momma must have dropped me on my head
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| He’s a demon
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| He’s a devil
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| A doll
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| Sometimes he thrills me through and through
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| Sometimes he’s sweet, sometimes he’s true
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| Sometimes I wish he were in Timbuktu
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| He’s a demon
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| He’s a devil
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| He’s a doll
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| He says he’ll call for me late at night
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| And take me out somewhere to dine
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| Then staggers in and sings «Sweet Adeline»
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| He’s a darling
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| He’s a dreamboat
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| He’s a dog
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| I had the measles at two, the chicken pocks and the flu
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| My whooping cough was grim
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| I had the itch and the mumps, the poison ivy and clumps
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| To top it, now I’ve got him
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| He’s a palooka, he’s a brute
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| He drives me crazy but he’s cute
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| Why do I love a guy I ought to shoot
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| He’s a demon
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| He is a devil
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| He is a doll |