| You are my one and only
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| The only one I kiss
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| But that black book in you’re pocket, honey
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| Ain’t no grocery list
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| But o took you to a nightclub
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| To have a bang up time
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| But we ended up washing dishes
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| 'Cause you didn’t have a dime
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar but you’re never sweet to me
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar but you’re never sweet to me
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| I ordered you a collar right from the catalogue
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| But can’t stop barkin' 'caurse that collar’s for a dog
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| Well, next day I set you neck-ties
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| Did you like the ties you got?
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| How come you tie the neck-ties honey
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| Like a hangmans knot
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar but you’re never sweet to me
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar but you’re never sweet to me
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| Well that diamond ring I bought you
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| Was nothing but the best
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| But you only paid a dollar down
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| I had to pay the rest
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| What happened to the fur coat
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| I bought the other day?
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| Well that new fur coat you got me
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| Just got up and walked away
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar but you’re never sweet to me
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar but you’re never sweet to me
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| Now I knitted you some golf-socks
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| With fancy heels and sow’s
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| Well I guess you’ll call them golf socks
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| They both got 18 holes
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| I promised you a pony
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| I promised you a yacht
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| Well a saddle and a paddle, boy
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| Was all I ever got
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar but you’re never sweet to me
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar but you’re never sweet to me
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| Well I’m getting tired of fighting
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| Been at it all my life
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| Well the way we always get along
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| We should be man and wife
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| You’re my sugar
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| You’re my sugar
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| And I am sweet on you |