| Every little baby that’s ever been born, been spanked and made to cry
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| Every young woman that’s ever been loved, been shaken and made to sigh
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| Every young woman that’s ever been loved has told, told me true
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| Take his heart and run away as he would do to you
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| Every young man I’ve ever seen been mean as he could be
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| Every last one I’ve loved and run as he would do to me
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| Take it from me that a man can be more trouble than you’ll ever know
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| He’ll love you some and when he’s done, he’ll laugh and let you go
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| So they told me, and they told me little else
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| But I tell you to better find out for yourself
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| Handsome stride and shoulders wide disguise a heart of stone
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| Lovers' wiles and tender smiles are better left alone with his head
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| Hung low and his shoulders down and a tear in the bottom of his shoe
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| He’ll beg and tease and vow on his knees, and then betray you, true
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| He’ll say I’m tired, I’m broke, I’m sick I love you, while he cries
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| He’ll say I’m sorry through his tears and all the time he lies
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| Shudder and sulk when he’s at his best, try one if you will
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| You can have mine and all the rest, you know I’ve had my fill
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| So they told me, and they told me little else
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| But I tell you to better find out for yourself |