| Lysistrata, open up the bedroom door
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| What is the matter, ain’t you in love with me no more?
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| I enlisted in the army today
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| One more time before I march away
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| Make me feel like a big strong man
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| You say you don’t care about my pride
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| You love me too much just to let me die
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| And you won’t let me come inside
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| Unless I don’t go to war no more
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| Lysistrata, little boys like to have their fun
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| And you know I gotta put on my colors and get my gun
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| Every able bodied man that I know
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| Every patriot is packed to go
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| Won’t you give me a last goodbye
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| I’ll be sent off to a distant land
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| To spill my blood upon some foreign sand
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| And I may die by an enemy’s hand
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| And then I won’t go to war no more
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| Won’t go to war, no
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| Then I won’t go to war no more
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| Send the boys all back to the farm
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| Tell the troops it was a false alarm
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| 'Cause if I die I wanna be in your arms
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| And so I won’t go to war, no, I won’t go to war
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| Said I won’t go to war no more |