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I recall so long ago... I was a small fry |
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When my daddy told me 'bout the birds 'n' bees |
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He said son there'll come a day you may be tryin' |
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To be findin' you a lady sure's you please
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If you value my advice you won't be sorry |
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'Cause I've been around the block a time or two |
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An' I tell you boy some girls are made for worry |
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So be careful who you hitch your wagon to
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An' don't ever go out shoppin' when you're hungry |
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Or you'll wind up cartin' somethin' home you really didn't need |
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No don't ever go out shoppin' when you're hungry |
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First you oughta have a bite to try to curb your appetite |
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'Cause when you're hungry you must follow |
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But when you're not you take the lead
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I suppose some gals would call my daddy "sexist" |
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An' might like to see him taken out an' shot |
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But the truth's the same in Idaho or Texas |
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'N' it's as right for boys or girls as well as not
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So his sage advice applies to all you women |
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Don't betray your mind because some guy looks cute |
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Maintain your cool... never play the fool for no one |
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'Less you fancy haulin' home an empty suit
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An' don't ever go out shoppin' when you're hungry |
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Or you'll wind up cartin' somethin' home you really didn't need |
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No don't ever go out shoppin' when you're hungry |
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First you oughta have a bite to try to curb your appetite |
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'Cause when you're hungry you must follow |
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But when you're not you take the lead
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