| If he don’t always love you
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| On a dark and wintry night
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| If he don’t take you in his arms
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| And wrap you warm and tight
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| If she don’t stand beside your bed
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| When you’re feeling ill
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| If she you don’t love you, baby
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| Then I will
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| Some men fill your heart with the joy
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| Your head with just the same
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| Get your pulses racing from
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| The ribcage to the brain
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| Then they’ll go and drop you
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| From the highest point they can
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| Let my love, that ain’t no
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| Real man
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| If he don’t take you by the hand
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| And lead you through this life
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| If he don’t get down on his knees
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| And ask you for his wife
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| If she lets all those hyenas
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| Circle you for the kill
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| If she don’t protect you, baby
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| Then I will
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| He’ll get you thinking everything
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| Like you’re the one to blame
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| It’s your fault women have a heart
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| And men don’t have a brain
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| If only you just sat there
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| With a false smile and a dress
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| None of us would be in
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| Such a mess
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| If he tries to better you
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| Like all those wise guys
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| If his picture’s somewhere 'tween
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| Your brain and inner thighs
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| If it ain’t quite sinking in
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| That Jack ain’t taking Jill
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| If he won’t wait for you, baby
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| Then I will, oh yeah
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| Then they’ll go and drop you
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| From the highest point they can
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| Let my love, that ain’t no
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| Real man |