| My poor broke mama told me
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| When I was twelve years old
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| You eat and talk much too fast
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| There’s one thing you should know
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| Take your time my sweet baby
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| Take your time my blue eyed son
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| Well you may never have his money
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| But you won’t miss no rich man’s fun
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| I can never give you money honey
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| I can never buy you clothes
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| But the way them women been looking at you
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| Someday you should have both
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| If you take your time my sweet baby
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| Take your time and love them slow
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| And if you play your cards right
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| You won’t never wait no more
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| Well the ladies like their diamonds
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| They like their brand new clothes
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| But I was blessed with plenty of other things they love the most
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| I take my time with the ladies
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| I take my time and I love them slow
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| And since I turned thirteen
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| Lord, I ain’t never wait no more
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| I can never give you money honey
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| I can never buy you clothes
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| But the way them schoolgirls look at you
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| Someday you should have both
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| If you take your time my sweet baby
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| Take your time and be my son
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| Well you might never have his money
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| But you won’t miss his fun |