| I’m gettin' sick and tired of the way you do
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| Good kind papa gotta poison you;
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| Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
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| Wake up one of these mornings, find your own self dead
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| She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'
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| I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'
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| She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know,'
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| My oh my oh my; |
| I don’t know, what my baby puttin' down
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| The woman I love, she got dimples in her jaws
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| The clothes she’s wearin' is made out of the best of cloths;
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| She can take and wash, she can hang 'em upside the wall
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| She can throw 'em out the window
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| And run out and catch 'em a little bit before they fall;
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| Sometimes I think you has your habits on
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| She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'
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| I said, 'What should I say to make you mad this time, baby?'
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| She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know,'
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| My oh my oh my; |
| I don’t know, what my baby puttin' down
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| My papa told me, my mother sat down and cried
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| Say, 'You're too young a man, son, to have the many women you got'
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| I looked at my mother then, I didn’t even crack a smile
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| I say, 'If the women kill me, I don’t mind dyin
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| The woman I love, I won the week before last
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| The woman I love I’ve got out of class;
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| I thought I won you, baby, a long time ago
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| If you don’t watch your step, I’m gonna have to let you go
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| She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'
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| I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'
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| She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know'
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| I don’t know; |
| I don’t know what my baby puttin' down, puttin' down |