| Whenever you find a man
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| That loves every woman he sees
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| There’s always some kind of woman
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| That’s putting him up a tree
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| Well that kind of man he ain’t got
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| As much sense as a mule
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| You know everyone don’t love you
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| They’re just playing you for a fool
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| Oh no it’s not hard for you to understand
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| True love can be such a sweet harmony
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| If you do the best that you can
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| Now if you marry the wrong kind of woman
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| And you get where you can’t agree
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| Well you just as well forget your plan
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| Let that woman be
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| But a man ought to make a good husband
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| And quit trying to lead a fast life
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| Going about dressing up other women
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| Won’t put clothes on his own wife
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| Oh no it’s not hard for you to understand
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| True love can be such a sweet harmony
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| If you do the best that you can
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| Well there’s lots of good women want to marry
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| And they want to live well at home
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| But they’re 'fraid they’ll get hold of some rowdy man
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| Can’t let other women alone
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| And there’s lots of good men want to marry
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| And they want to live well at home
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| But every time they turn their back there’s a man there
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| Asking darling is he gone
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| Oh no it’s not hard for you to understand
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| True love can be such a sweet harmony
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| If you do the best that you can
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| True love can be such a sweet harmony
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| If you do the best that you can |