| My man don't treat me right
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| Don't kiss me sweet good night
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| Don't buy me flowers to smell
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| Oh, he's a rotten boy from hell
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| My man don't treat me good
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| He eats up all my food
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| And he leaves me such a mess
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| They say I'm cursed
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| But I am blessed
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| 'Cause he loves me, he loves me
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| He really, really loves me
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| And his eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city
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| You don't agree? |
| Well, what a pity!
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| He love me, yes, he does
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| My man don't treat me sweet
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| He walks the empty street
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| And he drinks, and smokes, and swears
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| And they say he doesn't care
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| My man
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| He breaks my heart
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| He tears me all apart
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| And he leaves me such a mess
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| They say I'm cursed
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| But I am blessed
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| 'Cause he loves me, he loves me
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| He really, really loves me, and his
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| Eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city
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| Don't agree? |
| Well, what a pity!
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| He love me, yes, he does
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| Oh
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| My man
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| I love him so
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| He'll never know
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| All my life is just a spare
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| But I don't care
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| When he takes me in his arms
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| The world is bright
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| All right
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| Bum, bum, bum, bum
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| What's the difference if I say
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| I'll go away?
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| When I know I'll come back on
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| My knees, someday
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| For whatever my man is
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| I'm his, forevermore |