| Well, you can’t live with 'em, you can’t live without 'em
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| Yes, there’s something mighty necessary 'bout 'em
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| A woman will give you the blues, she’ll have you pullin'
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| Out your hair, and wearin' out your walkin' shoes
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| Well they just keep naggin', until your head is saggin'
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| There ain’t a wink a-sleepin', when they start in weepin'
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| A woman will give you the blues, she’ll have you bitein' off
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| Your nails, and wearin' out your walkin' shoes
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| It’s a losin' gamble, when you start to ramble
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| Oh lordy, how you miss 'em, and you long to kiss 'em
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| 'cause a woman will give you the blues, she’ll have you
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| Tossin' in your sleep, and wearin' out your walkin' shoes
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| Well you can’t live with 'em, you can’t live without 'em
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| It’s better to talk with 'em, than to talk about 'em
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| A woman will give you the blues, she’ll have you talkin' to
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| Yourself, and wearin' out your walkin' shoes |