I fetch his slippers, fill up the pipe he smokes
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I cook the kippers, laugh at his oldest jokes
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Yet here I anchor, I might have had a banker
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Boy! what love has done to me
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His nature's funny, quarrelsome half the time
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And as for money, he hasn't got a dime
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And here's the joker, I might have had a broker
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Boy! what love has done to me
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When a guy looks my way
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Does he get emphatic, say he gets dramatic?
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I just wanna fly 'way
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But if I left him I'd be all at sea
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I'm just a slavey, life is a funny thing
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He's got the gravy, I got a wedding ring
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And still I love him, there's nobody above him
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Boy! what love has done to me
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His brains are minus,
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Never a thought in sight
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And yet his highness
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Lectures me day and night;
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Oh where was my sense
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To sign that wedding licence?
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Boy! What love has done to me!
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My life he's wrecking, bet you could find him now
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Out somewhere necking somebody else's frau
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You get to know life when married to a low life
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Boy! what love has done to me
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I can't hold my head up
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The butcher, the baker, oh no he's a faker
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Brother I am fed up
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But if I left him he'd be up a tree
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Where will it wind up, I don't know where I'm at
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I make my mind up, I oughta leave him flat
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But I have grown so, I love that dirty so-and-so
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Boy! what love has done to me.
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Boy! What Love Has Done To Me!
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
