| Well my residential woman said, said to me
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| That you daren’t eat peaches from a hawthorn tree
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| Well she said it to me once
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| And then she said it again
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| Even though I try, I can’t remember when
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| Well my residential woman
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| She’s as fine as can be
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| Yeah my residential woman
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| She’s the one for me
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| And I believe, yes I do believe
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| And I believe to the depths of my dark black soul
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| Like I used to believe in sweet rock and roll
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| I believe to the depths of my pure white soul
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| Like I still believe in sweet jelly roll
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| She got me, she got me
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| In her clutches
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| Well my very special woman said yesterday
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| She’s always economic when I’m going away
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| Well I turn around and say, she’s got no reason to fear
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| Cos I’m always economic when you’re sitting right here
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| My very special woman
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| She’s the one for me
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| My residential woman
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| She’s as sweet as can be
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| Well I believe, yes I believe
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| I believe to the depths of my hard luck soul
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| Like I used to believe in sweet jelly roll
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| Believe to the depths of my pure white soul
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| I used to believe in sweet rock and roll
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| She got me, yeah, she got me
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| In her clutches
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| Sweet clutches
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| Every kind of clutches
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| Those clutches |