| Lucy Brown, lived uptown
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| In a four-room flat
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| I mean, she’s a high brown queen
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| Don’t ever wear no hat
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| Lovin' Dan is her man;
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| Boy, he’s up-to-date
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| But here is what she said to him
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| Last night when he came in late:
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| Satisfyin' Papa, be yourself
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| Satisfyin' Papa, no one else
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| Knows how to satisfy me; |
| can’t you see
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| Your way of lovin' suits me to a T;
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| Satisfyin' Papa, you’re so kind
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| Men like you are doggone hard to find
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| If you leave me, I’ll be blue;
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| Don’t mistreat me, if you do
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| Someday, wait and see
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| You’ll come beggin' me
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| To take your love off the shelf
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| Satisfyin' Papa, be yourself!
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| Last winter, in the snow
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| Everybody in town know
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| Every day, rain or shine
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| I sure did make time;
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| I give you every cent
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| To buy clothes and pay the rent
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| You always had your way;
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| Don’t blame me when I say:
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| You know a good gal is hard to find
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| You know you think that love is blind
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| Someday, wait and see
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| You’ll come beggin' me
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| To take your love off the shelf
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| Satisfyin' Papa, be yourself |