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Another variation on the same old story.
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Look at all the lovely ladies,
Don't they look so fine?
Thousands on the sidewalk,
Wish just one were mine, all mine.
I know that it can happen,
It happens every day,
Every girl I've gone for,
Well, she fell in love and now she's off and married.
Maybe I'll look back one day and laugh,
But when you're in the thin of it
And lonely like a stray dog by the road,
It ain't no laughing matter.
I drive a banged up Plymouth,
My friend he drives a Benz,
When I'm with a woman, she says,
"Won't you tell me 'bout your friend?"
I don't hold her attention,
I kinda seem to fade;
A school-boy with some promise,
But uncertain--I just don't make the grade.
Maybe I'll be great one day, who knows?
Maybe I'll be nothing but a man who loves his children and it shows
And it shows.
Ooo, I need a woman to talk to;
Heaven won't you help me,
If there's anything on earth that you can do--
Oh, please do.
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