| With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat,
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman.
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| Missus cool rides out in her aged cadillac.
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman.
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| Come on, babe on the round about,
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| ride on the merry-go-round,
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| we all know what your name is,
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| so you better lay your money down.
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| Alimony, alimony payin' your bills,
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman.
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| When your conscience hits, you knock it back with pills.
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman.
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| Tellin' tall tales of how it used to be.
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman.
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| With the butler and the maid and the servants three.
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman.
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| Oh, you got it.
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| Nobody hears a single word you say.
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman.
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| But you keep on talkin' till your dyin' day.
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman.
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| Livin', lovin', she’s just a woman |