| It ain’t so much a question of not knowin' whut to do
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| I knowed what’s right an' wrong since I’ve been teen
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| I heared a lot of stories an' I reckon they’re true
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| About how girls are put upon by men
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| I know I mustn’t fall into the pit
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| But when I’m with a feller
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| I fergit!
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| I’m just a girl who cain’t say 'no'
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| I’m in a terrible fix!
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| I always say 'Come on, let’s go' just when I aughta say 'Nix.'
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| When a person tries to kiss a girl
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| I know she oughta give his face a smack!
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| But as soon as someone kisses me
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| I somehow sorta want to kiss him back!
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| I’m just a fool when lights are low
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| I cain’t be prissy an' quaint
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| I ain’t the type that can faint
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| How can I be what I ain’t?
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| I cain’t say 'no!'
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| Whatcha gonna do when a feller gets flirty
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| An' starts to talk purty
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| Whatcha gonna do?
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| S’pposin' that he says
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| That your lips are like cherrys
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| Or roses, or berries
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| Whatcha gonna do?
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| S’pposin' that he says
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| That yer sweeter than cream
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| And he’s gotta have cream or die?
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| Whatcha gonna do when he talks that way?
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| Spit in his eye?
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| I’m jist a girl who cain’t say no
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| Cain’t seem to say it at all
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| I hate to disserpoint a beau
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| When he is payin' a call!
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| Fer a while I ack refined and cool
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| A settin on the velveteen setee
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| Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule
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| And do fer him what he would do fer me!
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| I cain’t resist a Romeo
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| In a sombrero and chaps
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| Soon as I sit on their laps
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| Somethin' inside of me snaps
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| I cain’t say no!
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| I’m jist a girl who cain’t say 'no'
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| Kissin’s my favorite food!
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| With or without the mistletoe
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| I’m in a holiday mood!
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| Other girls are coy an' hard to catch
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| But other girls ain’t havin' any fun!
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| Ev’ry time I lose a wrastlin' match
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| I have a funny feelin' that I won!
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| Though I can feel the undertoe
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| I never make a complaint
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| 'Till it’s too late for restraint
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| Then when I want to I cain’t
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| I cain’t say 'no!' |