| Who’s gonna be your man?
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| Who’s gonna be your man?
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| Who’s gonna kiss your pretty red lips?
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| Who’s gonna be your man?
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| Who’s gonna shoe your pretty little foot?
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| Who’s gonna glove your hand?
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| Who’s gonna kiss your pretty red lips?
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| Who’s gonna be your man?
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| I look down the railroad track
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| Just as far as I could see
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| All I’ve seen was a little bitty hand
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| Kept waving after me
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| Who’s gonna be your man?
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| Who’s gonna be your man?
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| Who’s gonna kiss your pretty red lips, darling?
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| Who’s gonna be your man?
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| I’ve been counting every tree
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| Count every railroad tie
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| I’ve been counting on you, my pretty baby
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| To love me till I die
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| 'Cause I want to be your man
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| I want to be your man
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| I want to kiss your pretty red lips, baby
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| Won’t you let me be your man?
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| Don’t you weep, my own true love
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| Don’t you weep or cry
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| Each click of the track tells me
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| I’ll be back in the very near by and by
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| 'Cause I’m gonna be your man
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| I’m gonna be your man
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| I’m gonna kiss your pretty red lips, darling
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| I’m gonna be your man |