| Honey, there’s a funny feeling 'round my heart
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| And it’s bound to drive your mama wild
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| It must be something they call the Cuban Doll
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| It weren’t your mama’s angel child
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| I went to the doctor the other day
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| He said I’s well as well could be
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| But I said, «Doctor, you don’t know
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| Ooh what’s worrying me»
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| I want to be somebody’s baby doll
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| So I can get my loving all the time
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| I want to be somebody’s baby doll
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| To ease my mind
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| As long as he can eagle rock and ball the jack
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| I want to be somebody’s baby doll
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| So I can get my lovin' all the time
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| I mean to get my lovin' all the time
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| Lord, I went to the gypsy to get my fortune told
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| She said you in hard luck
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| Bessie, doggone your bad luck soul
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| I want to be somebody’s baby doll
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| So I can get my lovin' all the time
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| I mean to get my lovin' all the time |