| She cries watching me
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| Then she does at the time
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| But I get too jumpy
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| Waiting for the next time
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| She’s in a depression
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| Just about every day
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| She tells me she’s happy
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| But I feel there’s no way
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| I’ve got a masculine intuition
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| And I do not, never been wrong
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| I’ve got a masculine intuition
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| Whispering: «keep coming on strong»
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| If I had a nickel
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| I’d soon have a dime
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| I’d climb in a phone-booth
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| And buy me some time
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| We’ll live in the kitchen
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| And sleep on the floor
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| With my intuition
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| And the neighbours next door
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| I’ve got a masculine intuition
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| And I do not, never been wrong
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| I’ve got a masculine intuition
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| Whispering: «keep coming on strong»
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| And keep yout good time humour
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| Keep coming on strong
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| And nothing else gets no newer
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| The check’s on the table
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| And the pen’s in your hand
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| And if that makes you happy
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| Then nothing else can
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| My mind’s on the laundry
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| While you slip away
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| If I had the gumption
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| I’d leave you today
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| I’ve got a masculine intuition
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| And I do not, never been wrong
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| I’ve got a masculine intuition
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| Whisper: «keep coming on strong» |