| She never has to worry and she never has to try
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| She’s never in a hurry and I know the reason why
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| She’s got her Daddie’s and her fingers in some pies
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| She makes a double of a trouble with her lies
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| She says, Oh I’m mad about the boy
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| She says, Oh I’m mad about the boy
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| She says, Oh I’m mad about the boy
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| She’s always late to meet me and she always has to go
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| To make another entry at another coolie show
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| She is a dirty little lady but I know
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| She only has to say the chorus and I go
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| She says, Oh I’m mad about the boy
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| She says, Oh-oh-oh I’m mad about the boy
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| She says, Oh I’m mad about the boy
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| Don’t tell me your troubles
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| I’ve got troubles that would make you scream and shout
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| Don’t tell me your troubles
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| I’ve got troubles I will tell you all about
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| No I don’t take a drink, no I won’t take a drink
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| But I sure take some ups and some downs
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| You makes me so weary
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| You pick me up to put me down
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| Don’t tell me your troubles
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| I’ve got troubles that would make you scream and shout
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| Don’t tell me your troubles
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| I’ve got troubles I will tell you all about
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| No I don’t take a drink, no I won’t take a drink
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| But I sure take some ups and some downs
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| You makes me so weary
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| You pick it up and put me down
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| You never have to worry and you never have to try
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| You’re never in a hurry and I know the reason why
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| You got your Daddie’s and your fingers in some pies
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| You makes a double of a trouble with your lies
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| You say, Oh I’m mad about the boy
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| You say, Oh-oh-oh I’m mad about the boy
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| You say, Oh I’m mad about the boy |