| When I agree with you baby it makes you mad
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| And when I don’t it makes you sad
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| When I argue back you pack and leave
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| And when I don’t you pout n' grieve
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| There just ain’t nobody knows what I go through
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| Will you please make up your mind what you want me to do?
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| You say get out and I’d better stay gone
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| Then you have a big policeman drag me back home
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| You holler good and loud, put him in the calaboose
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| Then you cry and ask the judge won’t you please turn him loose?
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| The good Lord only knows what I go through
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| Will you please make up your mind what you want me to do?
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| My life with you baby has been one hard knock
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| Lord my head looks like an old chop block
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| And I’ll tell you right now, honey, that ain’t all
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| You done kicked me till I feel like a used football
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| There just ain’t nobody knows what I go through
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| Will you please make up your mind what you want me to do?
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| You knock me down and then you pick me up
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| Honey, do you have to love so doggone rough?
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| I wish to my soul you’d slow down the pace
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| Cause I tell you right now the hide’s gettin' scarce
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| There just ain’t nobody knows what I go through
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| Will you please make up your mind what you want me to do?
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| Why when I married you you were such a meek little thing
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| But honey among tigers you’d be queen
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| If a poor little rabbit had you on his side
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| Every hound in the country would crawl off and hide
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| There just ain’t nobody knows what I go through
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| Would you please make up your mind
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| What in the confounded cat hair do you want me to do? |