My Baby Don’t Tolerate
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A friend of mine, he said to me a skinny girl is a misery
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I shook my head because I knew he couldn’t be right
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But that’s when I thought back to just last night
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When I got home, it was maybe a little late.
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There was ne're a crumb or ne're a plate
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There was no martini, no glass of grape.
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But it was there I sought to contemplate.
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Some things, my baby don’t tolerate
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my baby don’t tolerate
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my baby don’t tolerate
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from me.
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I said hello honey, how have you been.
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She said what could you possibly have been doin’ until half past then.
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And not bein completely unsensitive I could tell my ship had run a ground,
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cause when I puckered up you know she, puckered down.
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Some things, my baby don’t tolerate
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my baby don’t tolerate
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my baby don’t tolerate
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from me.
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Now a small and more ordinary man might not appreciate the guidance of a good woman who truly loves him.
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He might drft in despair after the ingnorat dumb doins' of his dirty daily existance
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That’s not me. No, Yessiree. I’m proof that true love will set you free.
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ness
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Some things, my baby don’t tolerate
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my baby don’t tolerate
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my baby don’t tolerate
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from me.
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My Baby Don't Tolerate
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| Lyle Lovett |
