| Waters Ethel
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| Miscellaneous
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| You Can’t Do What My Last Man Did
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| Listen, daddy mine, what do you want of me?
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| I’ve been just as good as can be;
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| Now the love I had for you has turned to hate;
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| You don’t appreciate
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| So, Daddy, there’s the gate
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| You can’t do what my last man did
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| Boss me 'round, and treat me like he did
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| I’m wise to what you’d like to do
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| So from now on, let me miss you
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| I weep and pine all the time
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| While you show off with friends of mine!
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| My last man tried to drag me down
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| But he was one good man to have around;
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| But when the clock on the wall strikes half past three
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| I want all the things you took from me
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| 'Cause you can’t do what my last man did
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| Early this morning, you wanted to fight
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| 'Cause you heard I cabareted last night
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| Tried to take my money, and pawn my flat
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| Now you’ve worn the welcome clean off my mat
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| 'Cause you can’t do what my last man did:
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| Hold me tight, treat me right, every night;
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| I’d love you if you only did
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| Every night, treat me right, hold me tight
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| You’re mighty old to be so bold
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| And I can’t stand a man that’s cold
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| Why you can’t love me sufficiently
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| To make me forget my used-to-be
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| He could love like a lover should
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| Always could, when he would, he was good
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| You’ve lost your nest, go east or west, but go, just go
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| Now that last cruel papa, he blacked my eye
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| Then left me alone to sigh and cry
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| But you can’t do what that last man did |