| Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
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| Embrace me, you irreplaceable you
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| Baby, just one look at you
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| My heart goes tipsy in me
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| You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me
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| Oh, I love all
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| Oh, those many
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| Oh, charms about you, oh
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| Above all I want my arms about you
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| Ooo, don’t be a naughty baby
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| Oh, why don’t you come and get your baby, do
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| Call for an appointment
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| My sweet embraceable you
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| Never treats sweet an' gentle
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| The way he should
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| I got it bad, and that ain’t good
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| (I got it good, and it ain’t bad!)
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| My poor heart is sentimental
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| Not made of wood
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| (What do you think mine’s made outta? Lasagna?)
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| I got it bad, and that ain’t good
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| Ooo, and when the weekend’s over
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| Baby, and Monday rolls around
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| My man and I, we gin some
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| And pray some and sin some
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| Lord up above me, please make him love me
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| Ooo, the way he should (I ain’t gonna change!)
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| I got it bad, and that ain’t good |