| Well after all, Pickering
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| I’m an ordinary man
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| Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance
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| To live exactly as he likes
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| And do precisely what he wants
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| An average man am I
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| Of no eccentric whim
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| Who likes to live his life, free of strife
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| Doing whatever he thinks is best for him
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| Well just an ordinary man
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| But…
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| Let a woman in your life
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| And your serenity is through
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| She’ll redecorate your home
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| From the cellar to the dome
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| And then go on to the enthralling
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| Fun of overhauling you
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| Let a woman in your life
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| And you’re up against a wall
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| Make a plan and you will find
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| That she has something else in mind
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| And so rather than do either
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| You do something else
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| That neither likes at all
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| You want to talk of Keats and Milton
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| She only wants to talk of love
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| You go to see a play or ballet
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| And spend it searching for her glove
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| Let a woman in your life
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| And you invite eternal strife
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| Let them buy their wedding bands
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| For those anxious little hands
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| I’d be equally as willing
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| For a dentist to be drilling
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| Than to ever let a woman in my life
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| I’m a very gentle man
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| Even tempered and good natured
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| Who you never hear complain
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| Who has the milk of human kindness
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| By the quart in every vein
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| A patient man am I
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| Down to my fingertips
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| The sort who never could, ever would
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| Let an insulting remark escape his lips
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| A very gentle man
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| But…
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| Let a woman in your life
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| And patience hasn’t got a chance
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| She will beg you for advice
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| Your reply will be concise
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| And she will listen very nicely
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| And then go out and do precisely what she wants!
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| You are a man of grace and polish
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| Who never spoke above a hush
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| All at once you’re using language that would make
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| A sailor blush!
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| Let a woman in your life
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| And you’re plunging in a knife
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| Let the others of my sex
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| Tie the knot around their necks
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| I prefer a new edition of the Spanish Inquisition
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| Than to ever let a woman in my life
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| I’m a quiet living man
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| Who prefers to spend the evening
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| In the silence of his room
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| Who likes an atmosphere as restful as
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| An undiscovered tomb
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| A pensive man am I
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| Of philosophic joys
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| Who likes to meditate, contemplate
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| Far from humanity’s mad inhuman noise
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| A quiet living man
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| But…
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| Let a woman in your life
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| And your sabbatical is through
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| In a line that never ends
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| Comes an army of her friends
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| Come to jabber and to chatter
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| And to tell her what the matter is with YOU
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| She’ll have a booming boisterous family
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| Who will descend on you en masse
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| She’ll have a large Wagnerian mother
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| With a voice that shatters glass
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| Let a woman in your life
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| Let a woman in your life
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| Let a woman in your life
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| I shall never let a woman in my life |