| Now you got the fruit on your tree, lemons on your shelf
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| You know lovin' mama that you can’t squeeze them all yourself
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| Now I say please let me be your lemon squeezer
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| Now while’s I’m in your lonesome town
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| Now if you let me be your lemon squeezer
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| Lord until my love come down
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| Now it make no difference baby, what your mama don’t allow
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| Come on let me squeeze your lemons baby, I mean anyhow
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| Now I say please let me be your lemon squeezer
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| Now while’s I’m in your lonesome town
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| Now if you let me be your lemon squeezer
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| Lord until my love come down
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| I like your apple on your tree, I’m crazy about your peaches too
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| I’m crazy about your fruit baby, 'cause you know just how to do Now please let me be your lemon squeezer (yes my Lord!)
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| Now while’s I’m in your lonesome town
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| Now you let me be your lemon squeezer
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| Lord until my love come down
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| Now and it ain’t but the one thing baby, now that’ll really make me cry (what,
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| man?)
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| I asked you about your lemons baby, and you upped and tell me a lie
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| Now please let me be your lemon squeezer
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| Now while’s I’m in your lonesome town
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| Now I want you let me be your lemon squeezer
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| Lord until my love come down |