| They say that all is fair in love and war
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| And child believe it
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| When mama stayed in Saint Tropez
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| She had a fall or two
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| And I’m telling it to you straight
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| So you don’t have to hear it in another way
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| Oh Annie, I’m not your daddy
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| Oh Annie, I’m not your daddy
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| They say that out of sight is out of mind
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| And child believe it
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| Your mama was in search of love
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| But all she got was used
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| And I’m telling it to your face
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| So you don’t have to hear it in another place
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| Break it to me gently now
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| Don’t forget I’m just a child
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| Oh Annie, I’m not your daddy
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| Mama’s baby’s, papa’s baby
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| Oh Annie, I’m not your daddy
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| Mama’s baby’s, papa’s baby
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| See if I was in your blood
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| Then you wouldn’t be so ugly
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| They say that bliss is made of ignorance
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| And child believe it
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| That mama left and not confess
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| Perhaps I’d love you too
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| Yes I’m telling it to you straight
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| So you don’t have to hear it in another way
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| Break it to me gently now
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| Don’t forget I’m just a child
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| Oh Annie, I’m not your daddy
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| Mama’s baby’s papa’s baby
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| Oh Annie, I’m not your daddy
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| Mama’s baby’s, papa’s baby
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| See if I was in your blood
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| Then you wouldn’t be so ugly
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| Oh Annie, I’m not your daddy
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| Mama’s baby’s papa’s baby
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| Oh Annie, I’m not your daddy
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| Mama’s baby’s, papa’s baby
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| Mama’s baby’s, papa’s baby
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| Mama’s baby’s, papa’s baby
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| Mama’s baby’s, papa’s baby |