| Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar
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| She’s got it each and every kiss
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| You wouldn’t know what I’m talking 'bout
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| If you never had a love like this
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| Well, I don’t mean to be frank with you all
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| It’s a natural fact
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| Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now
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| Well you can’t argue with that
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| Oh, oh, yeah
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| Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
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| Ninety-nine pounds of soul, oh, oh
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| Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
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| Ninety-nine pounds of soul
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| Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
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| She got it each and every touch
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| Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
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| 'Cause I was the one running 'round town worrying too much
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| Twenty-four pounds of Sunday
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| That I can’t see, yeah
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| And it all adds up to ninety-nine big pounds
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| Oh, I’m talking about a feline friend
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| Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
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| Ninety-nine pounds of soul
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| Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
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| Ninety-nine pounds of soul
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| Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
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| Ninety-nine pounds of soul
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| Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
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| Ninety-nine pounds of soul
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| Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
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| Ninety-nine pounds of soul
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| Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
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| Ninety-nine pounds of soul |