| I love my man
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| I’m a liar if I say I don’t
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| I love my man
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| I’m a liar if I say I don’t
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| But I’ll quit my man
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| I’m a liar if I say I won’t
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| I’ve been your slave, baby
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| Ever since I’ve been your babe
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| I’ve been your slave
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| Ever since I’ve been your babe
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| But before I’ll be your dog
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| I’ll see you in your grave
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| My man wouldn’t give me no breakfast
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| Wouldn’t give me no dinner
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| Squawked about me supper then he put me outdoors
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| Had the nerve to lay a matchbox on my clothes
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| I didn’t have so many
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| But I had a long, long way to go
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| I ain’t good-looking
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| And my hair ain’t curled
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| I ain’t good-looking
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| And my hair ain’t curled
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| But my mother, she gave me something
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| That’s gonna tear me through this world
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| Some men like me 'cause I’m happy
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| Some 'cause I’m snappy
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| Some call me honey
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| Others think I got money
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| Some tell me «Billie
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| Baby you’re built for speed.»
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| Now if you put that all together
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| It makes me everything a good man needs |