| My baby’s angry, he’s always so angry
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| He smiles only when he can give me abuse
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| What’s the use? |
| What’s the use?
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| The church bells are busted again
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| And at cakewalk class, I’m out of sync
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| I peek at Granddad’s watch and take a drink
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| A linen being pawned on a eclipse
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| Pack the swatches in the pony-cart
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| Before the gate, he squints and is ready to start
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| My baby’s angry, he’s always so angry
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| At best, he ignores me and don’t curse and stare
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| Despair, oh, despair
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| He gets pink roses sent by
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| The other woman now lives upstairs
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| You think, she thinks he really cares?
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| Well, I go and retire by nine
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| He’s in the Kansas City Cabinet today
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| Pretend I’m asleep, I hear him say
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| The old hag is sleeping
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| Now old hag stay sleeping
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| If you never wake up
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| It’s heaven as it were widower, widower
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| My baby’s angry, he’s always so angry
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| He smiles only when he can give me abuse
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| What’s the use? |
| What’s the use? |