| Well, it’s a face.
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| She’s a daughter wearing all the bracelets, too
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| And it’s a place.
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| Ooo. |
| Don’t let her mama catch you
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| Won’t cha have a taste of the bad side
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| You never knew good could be so cruel
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| And all the rest
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| Ooo. |
| Don’t let her mama catch you
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| She make the most of any man
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| You know those boys will take their life in their hands
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| For Klondyke Kate… Sweet Klondyke Kate
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| Klondyke Kate, you big moon-shine mama
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| You don’t know what you do Your hands are shakin. |
| Your temper’s breakin
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| And ya make a drink to cure your blues
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| Oh, it’s the same old style. |
| The same old story
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| Follow in her mama’s shoes
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| You try to teach her, but she never thought
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| to keep her cross walk over you
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| Well, it’s a face.
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| She’s a daughter wearing all the bracelets, too
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| And it’s a place.
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| Ooo. |
| Don’t let her mama catch you
|
| Won’t cha have a taste of the bad side
|
| You never knew good could be so cruel
|
| And all the rest
|
| Ooo. |
| Don’t let her mama catch you
|
| She make the most of any man
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| You know those boys will take their life in their hands
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| For Klondyke Kate… Sweet Klondyke Kate |