| When the world began
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| It started with a man
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| Now the world just begun for me
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| Other girls may claim
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| That all men are the same
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| But I’m one 'she' who never will agree
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| My bestest, I’m all in,
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| Shows he knows how and when
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| My Baby sure knows how to love
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| He’s got the kind of ways
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| That sets your heart ablaze
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| My Baby sure knows how to love
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| Never tempermental
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| Always sweet and gentle
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| Serenades me every night
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| He’s a prince of petters
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| King of all go-getters
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| Everything he does is right
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| A million Romeos
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| Don’t know half what he knows
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| My Baby sure knows how to love
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| I’d wash and scrub for him
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| And keep him looking trim
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| My Baby sure knows how to love
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| Though he throws it away
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| I’d bring him all my pay
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| 'Cause my Baby sure knows how to love
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| If he should abuse me
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| He would never lose me
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| I would hang around his door
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| And if I caught him cheatin'
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| And I got a beatin'
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| I would only love him more
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| I’ll tell the universe
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| I’m his for good or worse
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| 'Cause my baby sure knows how to love
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| Oh, my head spins like a top
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| He starts where others stop
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| My Baby sure knows how to love
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| Does he know his P’s and Q’s?
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| Why, he’s better than good news
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| My Baby sure knows how to love
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| Plays my ukelele
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| Likes to strum his daily
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| Makes my senses come and go
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| I forget my grammer
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| All I do is stammer
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| When he starts the rodeo
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| And what I say is no joke
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| That boy sure has a master stroke
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| Oh, my baby sure knows how to love |