| Whenever you find a man
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| Who loves every woman he sees
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| There’s always some kind of woman
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| That’s puttin' him up a tree
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| Now that kind of man he ain’t got
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| As much sense as a mule
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| You know everyone can love it
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| Just playin' you for a fool
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| Mmmm, oh no, it’s not hard for you to understand
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| True love can be such a sweet harmony
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| If you do the best that you can
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| If you marry the wrong kinda woman
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| And you get where you can’t agree
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| Just damn well forget yourself
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| And let that woman be
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| A man ought to be a good husband
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| Quit tryin' to lead a fast life
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| Goin' about dressin' up other women
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| Won’t put clothes on his own wife
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| Mmmm, oh no, it’s not hard for you to understand
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| True love can be such a sweet harmony
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| If you do the best that you can
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| Well there’s a lot’s of good women wanna marry
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| They wanna live well at home
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| Afraid they might get hold of a rowdy man
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| Who can’t let other women alone
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| Well there’s a lot’s of good men who wanna marry
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| They wanna live well at home
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| But everytime they turn around there’s a man there
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| Sayin' «Darlin' is he gone?»
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| Mmmm, oh no, it’s not hard for you to understand
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| True love can be such a sweet harmony
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| If you do the best that you can
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| True love can be such a sweet harmony
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| If you do the best that you can |