| A fellow needs a girl, to sit by his side
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| At the end of a weary day
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| To sit by his side and listen to him talk
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| And agree with the things he’ll say!
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| A fellow needs a girl, to hold in his arms
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| When the rest of the world goes wrong
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| To hold in his arms and know that she believes
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| That her fellow is wise and strong!
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| When things go right and his job’s well done
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| He wants to share the prize he’s won
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| If no one shares and no one cares
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| Where’s the fun of a job well done, or a prize you’ve won?
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| A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home
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| But to make this dream come
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| A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl
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| My kind of girl is you!
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| A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl
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| My kind of girl is you! |