Well, you hear about all these women
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Raising about their funky, funky, funky, funky men
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They've got some trifling husbands
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Lord knows, they've got a lot of no good friends
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All these fretting women sitting around the house
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All day long and they are wondering
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When their loving papas are ever coming home
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Wild women never worry, wild women never, never, they never worry
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I got a sweet disposition, gonna wear my very own
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I ain't never gonna spend not one lonely night at home all alone
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I can go out , drink all the courvoisier I can find
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Walk the streets all night alone
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And I can tell any man to go to Hell if that man don't know how to act right
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Wild women, we don't never worry, wild women never, never get the blues
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Well, you fellas ain't ever gonna get nothing
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If you keep acting like an Angel, child
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Give it up tonight's a real, real good night
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Y'all gotta learn how to get to together well
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'Cuz I'll tell you one more thing, Francine never tells a lie
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Wild women will be the first ones, Lord to learn how to fly
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Wild women never worry, wild women don't get the blues, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Wild Women Don't Get The Blues
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| Cyndi Lauper |
