| I had a dollar in my pocket
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| And dirt on my hands
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| She was a rich man’s daughter
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| Who didn’t give a damn
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| She had all the boys talkin'
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| With her fancy cat walkin'
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| But it was me who took her home
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| And gave her bed a good rockin'
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| Cause at the end of the day
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| Honey when it’s all said and done…
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| I can’t get enough of that diamond in the rough
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| I can’t get enough of your diamond in the rough
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| Early next morning
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| I woke naked and beat
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| And as the sun was rising
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| She was still lookin' like a treat
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| I stuck my finger in the honey
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| Threw my dollar in the well
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| And when I made my wish
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| You know it was clear as a bell
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| That at the end of the day
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| Honey when it’s all said and done…
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| I can’t get enough of that diamond in the rough
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| I can’t get enough of your diamond in the rough
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| I can’t get enough of that diamond in the rough
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| I can’t get enough of that diamond in the rough
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| I can’t get enough of that diamond in the rough
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| I can’t get enough of your diamond in the rough |