| Next time I meet a girl, I won’t ask her her name
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| Or where she’s been, or where she came from
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| The last time I found love it only brought me pain
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| The problems almost took me over
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| I was washing up for mother, I was lighting pipes for papa
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| And fetching water
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| And that’s got nothing at all, that’s got nothing at all
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| To do with love
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| Next time I meet a girl
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| I won’t tell her my name
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| Or where I’ve been
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| Or where I came from
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| I’ll take a hold of her
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| And love her just the same
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| No need to mention past acquaintances
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| I just want someone to love me
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| And someone to like the presents
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| That I bought her
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| 'Cause that’s got something to do
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| Yes, that’s got something to do
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| To do with love
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| Each girl I meet comes up wronger
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| And I can’t take it all much longer
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| No, I can’t no
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| I’ll take a hold of her
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| And love her just the same
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| No need to mention past acquaintances
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| I just want someone to love me
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| And someone to like the presents
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| That I bought her
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| 'Cause that’s got something to do
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| Yes, that’s got something to do
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| To do with love
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| Each girl I meet comes up wronger
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| And I can’t take it all much longer
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| No, I can’t no |