| My baby’s got a helpless heart, she’s got a thing for mistletoe
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| The kind of girl it’s easy to believe in
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| I come home on a Saturday night, with not one thing to show
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| She asks me: «baby how are you feeling?»
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| And I tell her, that It ain’t easy
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| To be a man like me
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| Yes I tell her, she listens, and she stands right by me
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| Oh she must mean everything to me
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| My baby’s got the gentle touch, she got the champagne in her soul
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| She’s crazy bout' candlelight and roses
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| She owns her body and her brain but her heart she can’t control
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| She’s everything to me and yes she knows it
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| And I tell her that it ain’t easy
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| To be a man like me
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| I tell her, she listens and she loves me tenderly
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| Oh she must mean everything to me
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| My baby’s got the misty eyes, she makes love like a hurricane
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| She tells me that she’s true and I don’t doubt it
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| The roof’s leakin and the bills ain’t paid but still I can’t complain
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| Cause when I’m with her I don’t think about it
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| And I tell her that it ain’t easy
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| To be a man like me
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| Yes I tell her, she listens, she loves me honestly
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| Oh she must mean everything to me |