| Asked my daddy when I was thirteen
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| Daddy can you tell me what love really means?
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| His eyes went glassy, not a word was said
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| He poured another beer and his face turned red
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| Asked my mother, she acted the same
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| She never looked up, she seemed so ashamed
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| Asked my teacher, he reached for the cane
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| He said, don’t mention that subject again
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| So I read about love-read it in a magazine
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| Read about love-Cosmo and Seventeen
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| Read about love-In the back of a Hustler, Hustler, Hustler
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| So I-know what makes girls sigh
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| And I-know why girls cry
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| So don’t tell me I don’t understand
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| What makes a woman and what makes a man
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| I’ve never been to heaven but at lest
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| I’ve read about love
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| My big brother told me when I was fourteen
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| It’s time I showed you what love really means
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| Girls like kissing and romance too
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| But a boy’s got to know what a man’s got to do
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| He gave me a book, the cover was plain
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| Written by a doctor with a German name
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| It had glossy pictures, serious stuff
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| I readd it seven times, then I knew it well enough
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| Read about love-now I’ve got you
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| Read about love-where I want you
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| Read about love-got you on the test-bed, test-bed, test-bed
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| So why-don't you moan and sigh
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| Why-do you sit there and cry?
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| I do everything I’m supposed to do
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| If something’s wrong, then it must be you
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| I know the ways of a woman
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| I’ve read about love
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| When I touch you there it’s supposed to feel nice
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| That’s what it said in reader’s advice
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| I’ve never been to heaven but at least
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| I’ve read about love |