| Hey you got hair, long an' black
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| Hangin' down in the middle of your back
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| Don’t you cut it off whatever you do I need it to run my fingers through
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| 'Cause you’re my baby,
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| Ah-ah, you’re my sugar
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| Yeah drive me crazy,
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| Little wooly booger
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| Well I got a guitar, got six strings
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| And a guitarpick that a-make 'em ring
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| Every string got a note or two
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| That I’m gonna use to serenade you
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| 'Cause you’re my baby,
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| Ah-ah, you’re my sugar
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| Don’t mean maybe
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| Little wooly booger
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| Well I got a dollar that I saved
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| Saved it up for a rainy day
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| Everybody’s callin' for bills that’s due
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| And if they don’t catch me, I’ll spend it on you
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| 'Cause you’re my baby,
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| Ah-ah, you’re my sugar
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| Drive me crazy,
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| Little wooly booger
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| Well I had me a gal, she said she’s mine
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| But she run around on me all the time
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| Now she’s gone I’m glad we’re through
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| 'Cause I-I'm plum-guggled-eyed over you
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| 'Cause you’re my baby,
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| Ah-ah, you’re my sugar
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| Yeah don’t mean maybe,
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| Drive me crazy
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| Don’t mean maybe,
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| Little wooly booger |