Billie Holiday
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I love my man
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I? a liar if I say I don't
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I love my man
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I? a liar if I say I don't
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But I'll quit my man
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I? a liar if I say I won't
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I've been your slave baby
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Ever since I've been your babe
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I've been your slave
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Ever since I've been your babe
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But before I be your dog
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I'll see you in your grave
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My man wouldn't give me no breakfast
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Wouldn't give me no dinner
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Squacked about my supper
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Then he put me outdoors
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Heaven erred to late
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A matchbox on my clothes
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I didn't have so many
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But I had a long long ways to go
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I ain't good looking
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And my hair ain't curls
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I ain't good looking
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And my hair ain't curls
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But my mother she give me something
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It's going to carry me through this world
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Some man like me 'cuz I'm happy
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Some 'cuz I'm snappy
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Some call me honey
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Others think I've got money
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Some say Billie
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Baby you're built for speed
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Now if you put that altogether
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Makes me everything a good man needs
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I LOVE MY MAN (BILLIE'S BLUES)
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| Billie Holiday |
