| Four corners
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| Funky, funky, funky four corners
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| It had to be you, it had to be you
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| I wandered around and finally found
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| Somebody who could make me feel blue, could make me be true
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| And even be glad, just to be sad thinking of you
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| Some others I’ve seen might never be mean
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| Might never, ever be cross or try to be boss
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| But they, they wouldn’t do for nobody else gave me a thrill
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| With all your faults, baby, I love you still
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| It had to be you, it had to be you, it had to be you
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| Shoo-ba-doo-ba-doo, it had to be you, it had to be you
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| Wandered around and finally found
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| Somebody who could make me feel blue, hey, could make me be true
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| Even be glad, just to be sad thinking of you
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| Shoo-ba-doo-ba
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| Some others I’ve seen, might never be mean, don’t be so mean
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| Might never be cross or try to be boss
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| But they, they wouldn’t do
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| But nobody else gave me that look or thrill, ow
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| With all your faults, woman, I love you still
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| It had to be, it had to be, it had to be you, hey, hey
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| It had to be you, it had to be you, hey
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| I said, it had to be, had to be, it had to be you
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| You doggone, woman, you, heh heh heh, ow |