| He made a business for himself in '63
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| Proud to be somebody for his family
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| An offer came to buy him out
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| Recklessly he shelved his doubt
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| And sold up to regret it bitterly
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| And left us in the women’s company
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| He left us in the women’s company
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| Yes, we were raised by women mainly, rarely men
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| Weekends I remember mostly aunts and friends
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| He remained a silent ghost
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| Can’t think what I missed the most
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| Sentimental stuff most probably
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| But I got used to women’s company
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| I got used to women’s company
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| And you are the one that I want
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| You are the one, you are the one that I want
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| And you are the one that I want
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| You are the one, you are the one that I want
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| And the women they would sing
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| And the house it would ring
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| With endless song
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| Like nothing had gone wrong
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| The jocks fill up these local bars
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| I pick my wife up in the car
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| We drive back to the house so quietly
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| I prefer it in women’s company
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| I like it in the women’s company
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| Yeah, you are the one that I want
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| You are the one, you are the one that I want
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| And you are the one that I want
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| You are the one, you are the one that I want
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| Let’s go to the river, darling
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| Let’s go to the river
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| Let’s drive to the river |