| Now love is a very funny thing
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| And it catches the young and the old
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| It’s just like a dish of boardinghouse hash
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| To many gal it’s sold
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| I’ll make you feel like a fresh water eel
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| And cause your head to swell
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| For love is blind, you’ll lose your mind
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| It’ll empty your pockets as well
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| Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say
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| And give them plenty of room
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| For when you wed, they’ll beat you ‘til you’re dead
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| With the bald headed end of a broom
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| Now come young girls take my advice
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| Don’t be in a hurry to wed
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| You’ll think you’re in cover ‘til your honeymoon’s over
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| Then you’ll wish that you were dead
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| With 2 little babies on your knees
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| And a husband with a plaster on his nose
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| You’ll find that love don’t go so strong
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| If you have to wear secondhand clothes
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| Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say
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| And give them plenty of room
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| For when you wed, they’ll beat you ‘til you’re dead
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| With the bald headed end of a broom
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| Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say
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| And give them plenty of room
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| For when you wed, they’ll beat you ‘til you’re dead With the bald headed end of
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| a broom |