| There’s one thing that a woman can’t live without
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| And that’s a man!
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| There’s one thing that keeps a woman always in doubt
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| And that’s a man!
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| Now I’m no exception to this rule
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| I know thay say that I’m a fool
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| But there’s one thing that I’m simply crazy about
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| And that’s my man!
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| He’s not good looking, not handsome or tall
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| I couldn’t tell you how he made me fall;
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| There’s nothin' to him, but still and all
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| He’s a good man to have around!
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| Ge’s not a stepper, can’t even waltz
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| In conversation he stammers and halts;
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| Poor little sweet man, with all his faults
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| He’s a good man to have around!
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| And at times when I fly off my lid
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| «Go this minute!», I shout
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| But if he did
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| I would die without him!
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| He’s not exactly my ides of
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| The perfect lover from heaven above!
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| But what’s the difference, the man you love
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| Is a good man to have around!
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| You wouldn’t like him, he’s not on the show;
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| Not to be trusted, I learned long ago!
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| Just good for nothin', But I don’y know
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| He’s a good man to have around!
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| When dinner’s over, I turn and he’s gone
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| I hear him sneakin' along about dawn!
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| I don’t say nothin', 'cause from then on
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| He’s a good man to have around!
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| And at times, when he starts to row
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| I don’t care if I live!
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| But he knows how to make me forgive him!
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| Bought a revolver, I don’t mean for fun!
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| I oughta shoot him for things that he’s done!
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| But I can’t pull the trigger, son of a gun!
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| He’s a good man to have around! |