| She’s not much for thrills
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| And says things with fancy frills
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| Don’t turn her on
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| She seems so content working hard
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| To make our house a home
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| She’s steady as a rock
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| Standing by me
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| Even when I don’t succeed
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| Lord I wish I could afford
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| The things she swears
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| She don’t really need
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| She don’t need a band to dance
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| It don’t take wings for her fly
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| Our love’s gonna grow
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| If there ain’t much do si do
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| It’s still gonna be alright
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| We make such pretty music
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| That you can tell at just a glance
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| When I take the notion
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| She seconds that emotion
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| She don’t need a band to dance
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| She didn’t say a thing
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| When we had to pawn the ring
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| To pay the rent
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| What I make in overtime
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| Stacked against the bills
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| Don’t make a dent
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| Just when I think I let her down
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| And failed to be the man I oughta be
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| She still sees the bright side
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| Of everything including me
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| She don’t need a band to dance
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| It don’t take wings for her fly
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| Our love’s gonna grow
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| If there ain’t much do si do
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| It’s still gonna be alright
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| We make such pretty music
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| That you can tell at just a glance
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| When I take the notion
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| She seconds that emotion
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| She don’t need a band to dance
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| She don’t need a band to dance |