| You ask how is this living
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| If I’m bored from dawn to dusk
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| And I’d said to take it steady
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| Now you’re scowling in disgust
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| You want a man to make you happy
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| And a man to make you moan
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| You want those filthy little moments
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| With the cutesy stuff at home
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| She says «bring me back a lover
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| A one who I can call my own
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| And I will take him to my mother
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| And how him my family home»
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| How is this living? |
| (x4)
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| You take your sorry self to work
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| When you couldn’t give a damn
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| Cause when you’ve got the money
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| It just slips straight through your hands
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| And now you’re dolled up at the party
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| Hoping there’s someone to meet
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| You are snatching and you’re grabbing
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| You’ve got lace on underneath
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| She says «bring me back a lover
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| A one who I can call my own
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| And I will take him to my mother
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| And how him my family home»
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| «Bring me back a lover
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| A one who I can call my own
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| And I will take him to my mother
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| And how him my family home»
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| How is this living? |
| (x8) |