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Well I'm finding it harder
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to be a gentleman every day
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all the manners that I've been taught
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have slowly died away
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but if I held the door open for you
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It wouldn't make your day
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You think that I care
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about me and only me
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when every single girl needs help
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climbing up a tree
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well I know it don't take much
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to satisfy me
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Maybe it's whatever's in my head
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that's distracting me
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but if i could find emotion
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to stimulate devotion
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well then you'd see
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Well I'm finding it hard to say
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that I need you twenty times a day
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I feel comfortable so baby why
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don't you feel the same?
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have a doctor come and visit us
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and tell us which one is sane
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Well I never said I wouldn't
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Throw my jacket in the mud for you
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but my father gave it to me so
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maybe I should carry you
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then you said
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"You almost dropped me"
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so then I did
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and I got mud on my shoes
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I'm Finding It Harder To Be A Gentleman
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| The White Stripes |
