| Me and my babe went to the show
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| I and babe went to the show
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| Did we sit on the end? |
| no
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| 'cause a fallen girl was in the very front row
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| She got real lace curtains on her door
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| She got brussels carpets on the floor
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| But she don’t wear no silk or lace
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| No, lords, she don’t wear no corsetwaist
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| So love me sweet, my dear sweet lucy
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| Love me sweet, my pretty baby
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| Love me sweet, baby sweet lucy
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| Love me sweet, pretty baby
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| Now babe’s gone’n I won’t come home
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| Now babe’s gone’n I won’t come home
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| Or with my clothes all wrinkled
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| And my hair ain’t sittin' just right in the middle
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| She makes me want things I never had
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| She makes me want things I never had
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| Baby, there’s too many things I never had
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| And too many things I will never have
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| And you’re the best that it is
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| And I need you baby, please
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| 'cause you’re the best that it is
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| And I need you in all my biz |