| It’s been said that a woman is cold
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| A woman’s love can’t be bought or sold
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| A woman likes to be told
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| That her hair is finest gold
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| She may know that you’re her feller
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| But it’s better when you tell 'er
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| A woman likes to be told
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| A woman’s funny that way
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| Clings to every word you say
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| If it’s somethin' sweet and gentle
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| She’ll grow soft and sentimental
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| And kiss your worries away
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| So if you think her smile is warm as Summer
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| Don’t you ever keep it from her
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| For many a heart has been broken
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| For the want of a word unspoken
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| A woman likes to be told
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| That she never will grow old
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| And the more you say you love 'er
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| More and more you will discover
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| A woman likes to be told
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| So if you think her smile is warm as Summer
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| Why would you ever wanna keep it from her?
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| For many a heart has been broken
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| For the want of a word unspoken
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| A woman likes to be told
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| That she never will grow old
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| And the more you say you love 'er
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| More and more you will discover
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| A woman likes to be told
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| Yes, a woman likes to be told |