| I’ve been thinking of you, little sugar lump
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| Every since I went away
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| I’ve got the sad and lonesome, weary blues
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| I don’t know just hardly what to do
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| They say there’s better fish have never been caught
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| But since I left you, honey, I’ve often thought
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| What a fool I was to sit up all night long
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| 'Cause you did me wrong
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| Say, who will get it, who will get it?
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| Your lovin' when I’m gone
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| I know you can’t forget the day we met
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| Them sweet lovin' kisses that I used to get
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| Who’ll be trying, who will be trying
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| To bite me in my back?
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| I can’t watch you like I should
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| You fooled me 'cause you said you were good
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| Who’ll get your lovin', honey, when I’m gone?
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| Oh, who will get it, who will get it?
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| Your lovin' when I’m gone
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| I know you won’t forget the day we met
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| Those lovin' kisses that you used to get
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| Who’ll be trying, who will be trying
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| To bite me in my back?
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| Women bite me in my back, it’s considered a disgrace
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| Women will take your man now in front of your face, so
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| Who’ll get your lovin', honey, when I’m gone? |