[Spoken:]
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I just wanna say this
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This is something I thing most of you ladies will identify with
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And maybe some of you men too
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Someday he'll come along
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The man I love
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And he'll be rich and strong
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The man I love
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And when he comes my way
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I'll do my best to make him stay
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He'll look at me and smile
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I'll understand
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And maybe for awhile
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He'll take my hand
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And though it seems absurd
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I know we both won't say a word
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[Spoken:]
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You know I'm the kind of lady
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That always seems to find the wrong man
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At the wrong place at the wrong time
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It's not that I go out looking for him
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But somehow he always seems to find me
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You see what I'm looking for is the kind of man
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That comes home with candy
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And flowers sayin' "come on put on your dancing shoes
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Cause we're gonna wine and dine, wine and dine"
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But what I always seem to find is the kind of man
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That comes home fussing
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And fighting, breaking my best dishes
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And beat my head outside the wall
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Shows no love no respect and nothing at all
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The Man I Love
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| Donna Summer |
