| Listen to my tale of woe,
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| it’s terribly sad but true,
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| All dressed up, no place to go
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| Each ev’ning I’m awf’ly blue.
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| I must win some handsome guy
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| Can’t go on like this,
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| I could blossom out I know,
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| With somebody just like you.
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| So
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| Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good
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| Oh, lady, be good to me
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| I am so awf’ly misunderstood
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| So lady, be good to me
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| Oh, please have some pity
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| I’m all alone in this big city
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| I tell you I’m just a lonesome babe in the wood,
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| So lady be good to me.
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| Oh, please have some pity
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| I’m all alone in this big city
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| I tell you I’m just a lonesome babe in the wood,
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| So lady be good to me.
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| Oh lady be good to me.
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| Published lyric furnished by a visitor.
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| Published Version,
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| Listen to my tale of woe, it’s terribly sad but true,
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| All dressed up, no place to go
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| Each ev’ning I’m awf’ly blue.
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| I must win some winsome miss
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| Can’t go on like this,
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| I could blossom out I know,
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| Which somebody just like you.
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| So
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| Oh sweet and lovely,
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| Lady be good,
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| Oh lady be good to me.
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| I am so awf’lly misunderstood,
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| So lady be good, to me.
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| Oh, please have some pity
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| I’m all alone in this big city.
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| I tell you I’m just a lonesome babe in the wood,
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| So lady be good, to me.
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| Auburn and brunette and blonde,
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| I love 'em all, tall or small
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| But somehow they don’t grow fond,
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| They stagger but never fall.
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| Winte’rs gone, and now it’s spring!
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| Love! |
| where is thy sting?
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| If somebody won’t respond,
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| I’m going to end it all.
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| So
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| Oh sweet and lovely lady, be good.
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| Oh lady, be |