| I’ve read about those tender girls
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| Those ready to surrender girls
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| I’ve got one of a tougher kind
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| Rougher kind, the make men suffer kind
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| Who’s sweet to me? |
| Not my girl
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| Who’s kind to me? |
| Not my girl
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| You want to know what my girl can be?
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| Well, listen to me
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| The sight of her wakes men up
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| A day with her shakes men up
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| She practically breaks men up
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| She’s not an Annabelle Lee
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| Without her I could not exist
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| The way that she loves is fright’ning
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| And on the day when she and I first kissed
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| I thought I was struck by lightning
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| Who’s heavenly? |
| Not my girl
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| Who wants to be? |
| Not my girl
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| If only you’d got my girl
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| You’d know what’s the matter with me
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| Who’s sweet to me? |
| Not my girl
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| Who’s kind to me? |
| Not my girl
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| You want to know what my girl can be
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| Well, listen to me
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| The moment she chooses you
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| Your family loses you
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| Her kissing just bruises you
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| You learn what loving can be
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| Some girls knit socks but she’s not quite
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| The sort to be neat and tidy
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| And the socks she gave me Wednesday night
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| Just put me to sleep till Friday
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| Who’s heavenly? |
| Not my girl
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| Who wants to be? |
| Not my girl
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| If only you’d got my girl
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| You’d know what’s the matter with me |