| I hear these women raving 'bout their monkey men
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| About their trifling husbands and their no good friends
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| These poor women sit around all day and moan
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| Wondering why their wandering papa’s don’t come home
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| But wild women don’t worry, wild women don’t have no blues
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| Now when you’ve got a man, don’t never be on the square
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| 'Cause if you do he’ll have a woman everywhere
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| I never was known to treat no one man right
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| I keep 'em working hard both day and night
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| 'Cause wild women don’t worry, wild women don’t have their blues
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| I’ve got a disposition and a way of my own
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| When my man starts kicking I let him find another home
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| I get full of good liquor, walk the streets all night
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| Go home and put my man out if he don’t act right
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| Wild women don’t worry, wild women don’t have their blues
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| You never get nothing by being an angel child
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| You better change your ways and get real wild
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| I wanna tell you something, I wouldn’t tell you a lie
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| Wild women are the only kind that really get by
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| 'Cause wild women don’t worry, wild women don’t have their blues |