| There ain’t nothing I can do
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| Or nothing I can say
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| Just what I want to anyway
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| And I don’t care just what people may say
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| And if I, if I take a notion
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| The jump-off into the ocean
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| Ain’t nobody’s bizness if I do
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| And if I go to church on sunday
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| Then cabaret all day monday
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| It ain’t nobody’s bizness if I do
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| If my baby ain’t got no money
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| And I say take all of mine honey
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| Ain’t nobody’s bizness if I do
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| If I give my baby my last nickle, O
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| And it leaves me, leaves me in a pickle
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| It ain’t nobody’s bizness if I do
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| I’d rather from my baby to hit me
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| Then to jump off and quit me
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| Ain’t nobody’s bizness if I do
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| Nobody’s bizness if I do |