| O woman I’m your servant
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| I don’t know anything but I’m ready to learn
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| O woman I’m starving for your approval
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| Be kind to me
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| The big city calls and your daughters are smiling
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| In the windows of apartment buildings
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| I bet I look about as small as I feel
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| Thank you jesus can I have another
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| And another
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| Thank you lord
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| But if it pleases thee to have them
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| Banging down the door
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| Couldst thou let 'em know what they’re in for
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| Ain’t good for you or me or them
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| Amen
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| O woman I’m your servant
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| Asking for the right to look you in the eye
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| O woman I’m dying for you to notice
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| How far I’ve come
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| I’m moving downtown and your
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| Daughters are walking by me
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| I believe they’re still deciding
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| If they like having me around
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| If they like having me around
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| I need to know why
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| Goodwill’s coming by to collect a box
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| I filled with things I hate about myself
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| Things I liked before I got here
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| Then it’ll pick her up and we’ll do
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| Anything she wants or anything they want
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| Or anything you want o woman I don’t care
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| Lord I’d be in your debt
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| If you’d help me forget
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| That heaven’s mine for trying
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| 'Cause lord I don’t know why
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| You’d give me so much life
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| To live resigned to dying |