| I’ll take you to the picture show and babe I’ll hold your hand
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| I’ll sit up in your parlor let you cool me with your fan
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| I’ll listen to your troubles and pet you when you cry
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| But get that marryin' out of your head I’ll be a bachelor till I die
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| I done my honky tonkin' round and had a lot of fun
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| But somehow I can’t understand how one and one makes one
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| I like to cuddle near you and listen to you lie
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| But get that marryin' out of your head I’ll be a bachelor till I die
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| Now if you want a help mate you’re just wasting lots of time
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| Cause I’m afraid of church bells how they scare me when they chime
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| I’ve seen those married people just up and say goodbye
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| So keep that marryin' out of your head I’ll be a bachelor till I die
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| This freedom’s mighty precious in this land of liberty
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| I’ve seen what matrimony done to better men than me
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| I don’t mind keepin' comp’ny with the apple of my eye
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| But keep that marryin' out of your head I’ll be a bachelor till I die |