| My dear, I have something to ask you
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| And I’ll try to get it right
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| You’ve heard the Light Crust Doughboys
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| All sing of Martha White
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| Oh, the way to someone’s heart, dear
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| That old expression’s true
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| So as long as we’re apart
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| Here’s my request of you
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| Don’t cheat on me with cornbread
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| Don’t cheat on me with beans
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| And don’t cheat on me with bacon
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| Cooked up in collard greens
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| And don’t cheat on me with biscuits
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| With jelly sweet and blue
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| Keep it in that place
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| Where you know it will be true
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Now, I hate that I am leaving
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| And leaving you behind
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| But soon I’ll be returning
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| With a healthy appetite
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| Oh, and if you are not hungry
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| As you once were before
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| I’ll know you have betrayed me
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| Behind that kitchen door
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Now, I’ve dined the whole world over
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| I’ve had the fries of France
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| The melons of Verona
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| And the sausage of Gdansk
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| No matter where I’ve been to
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| From Houston down to Rome
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| Nothing’s quite as tasty
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| As what’s cooking right at home
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry
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| Keep it in your pantry |