Lord I love my man, tell the world I do
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I love my man, tell the world I do
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But when he mistreats me
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Makes me feel so blue
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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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Fought about my supper and put me outdoors
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Had the dark clay make black spots on my clothes
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I didn''t have so many
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But I had a long, long way to go
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Some men like me talkin'' happy
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Some calls it snappy
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Some call me honey
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Others think I got money
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Some tell me baby you''re built for speed
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Now if you put that all together
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Makes me everthing a good man needs
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Billie's Blues
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| Billie Holiday |
