| You can have him
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| I don’t want him
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| He’s not worth fighting for
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| Besides there’s plenty more where he came from
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| I don’t want him
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| You can have him
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| I’m giving him the sack
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| And he can go right back where he came from
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| I could never make him happy
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| He’d be better off with you
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| I’m afraid I never loved him
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| All I ever wanted to do was
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| Run my fingers thru his curly locks
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| Mend his underwear and darn his socks
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| Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes
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| Wipe his glasses when he read the news
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| Rub his forehead with a gentle touch
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| Mornings after when he’s had too much
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| Kiss him gently when he cuddled near
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| Give him babies one for ev’ry year, so you see
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| I don’t want him, you can have him
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| You can have him, I don’t want him
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| For he’s not the man for me
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| You can have him
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| I don’t want him
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| He’s not worth fighting for
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| Besides there’s plenty more where he came from
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| I don’t want him
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| You can have him
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| He isn’t my concern
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| And he can just return where he came from
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| I would look a trifle silly
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| Taking him away from you
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| That was never my intention
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| All I ever wanted to do was
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| Close the window while he soundly slept
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| Raid the icebox where the food is kept
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| Cook a breakfast that would please him most
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| Eggs and coffee and some buttered toast
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| Wake him gently with a breakfast tray
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| After breakfast clear the things away
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| Bring the papers and when they’ve been read
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| Spend the balance of the day in bed, so you see
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| I don’t want him, you can have him
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| You can have him, I don’t want him
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| For he’s not the man for me |