| There’s a line around the block, and it stretches a mile
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| They’re gonna pay good money to see your dazzlin' smile
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| You got a come-hither look in your babydoll eyes
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| And you got the kind of body make a man tell lies
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| And when you’re standing next to me, you do the little things you do
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| I say, I’m so glad I’m not married, so glad I’m not married
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| I’m so glad I’m not married, to you
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| You’re the center of attention everywhere you go
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| Sittin' on the boys' laps puttin' on a show
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| You get your clothes and your shoes and your drugs for free
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| And God knows you’ve got a lot more money than me
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| When you’re bendin' over just to give us all a better view
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| I say, I’m so glad I’m not married, so glad I’m not married
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| I’m so glad I’m not married, to you
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| You introduce me to your guy and you say your love is true
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| Well he’s a better man than I, 'cause he’s got to live with you
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| In the movie of your life, he is just an extra in it
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| But baby, if you were my wife
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| To have and hold, the truth be told
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| I couldn’t take it for a New York minute
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| Now you’re crying 'cause the paper printed something rude
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| You say you never, ever, ever, ever touched that dude
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| Well, it’s the National Enquirer it can’t be true
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| But I’m not so sure they got it wrong about you
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| You’re feeling kind of tragic and your eyes get misty-blue (boo-hoo!)
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| I say, I’m so glad I’m not married, so glad I’m not married
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| I’m so glad I’m not married, to you |