I don't want him you can have him
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He's not worth fighting for
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Besides there's plenty more where he came from
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I don't want him you can have him
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I'm giving him the sack
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And he can go right back where he came from
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I'm afraid I never loved him
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Sweetie he'd be better off with you
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I could never make him happy
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All I ever wanted to do was
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Run my fingers through his curly locks
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Mend his underwear and darn his socks
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Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes
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Wipe his glasses when he's read the news
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Rub his forehead with a gentle touch
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Mornings after when he's had a little too much
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Kiss him gently when he cuddles near
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And give him babies one for every year
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So you see that I don't want him you can have him
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You can have him cos I don't want him
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Because he's not the man for me
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Then I'd close the window while he soundly slept
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Then I'd raid the icebox where the food is kept
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I'd fix the breakfast that would please him most
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Eggs and coffee some apricot juice and some buttered toast
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Oh oh then I'd go out and buy the papers
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And when they've been read spend the balance of the day in bed
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So you see that I don't want him you can have him
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You can have him cos I don't want him because he's not my man
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I don't want him you can have him
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You can have him I don't want him
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You can have him I don't want him
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Cos he's not the man for me
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You Can Have Him
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| Nina Simone |
