| I’ve always heard that haste makes waste
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| So I believe in takin' my time
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| The highest mountain can’t be raced
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| It’s something you must slowly climb
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| I want a slow and easy man
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| He needn’t ever take the lead
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| 'Cause I work on that long-time plan
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| And I ain’t a-lookin' for no speed
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| I’m a one hour mama
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| So no one minute papa
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| Ain’t the kind of man for me
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| Set your alarm clock papa
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| One hour, that’s proper
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| Then love me like I like to be
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| I don’t want no lame excuses
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| 'Bout my lovin' bein' so good
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| That you couldn’t wait no longer
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| Now I hope I’m understood
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| I’m a one hour mama
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| So no one minute papa
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| Ain’t the kind of man for me
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| I can’t stand no greenhorn lover
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| Like a rookie goin' to war
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| With a load of big artillery
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| But don’t know what it’s for
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| He’s got to bring me a reference
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| With a great long pedigree
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| And must prove he’s got endurance
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| Or he don’t mean that to me
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| I don’t like no crowin' rooster
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| What just kicks a lick or two
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| Action is the only booster
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| Of just what my man can do
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| I don’t want no imitation
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| My requirements ain’t no joke
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| 'Cause I’ve got pure indignation
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| For a guy what’s lost his stroke
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| I’m a one hour mama
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| So no one minute papa
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| Ain’t the kind of man for me
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| Set your alarm clock papa
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| One hour, that’s proper
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| Then love me like I like to be
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| I may want love for one hour
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| Then decide to make it two
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| Takes an hour before I get started
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| Maybe three 'fore I’m through
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| I’m a one hour mama
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| So no one minute papa
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| Ain’t the kind of man for me |