he bakes bread in the morning
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takes the garbage out at night
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and i love it when he holds me in his arms so tight
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and when i’m down he picks me up
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and he makes me feel alive
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when it comes to love my man can really jive
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but your heart’s split in two
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between this man and something new
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i know you know there’s only one thing left to do
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compared to this he’s bland
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you should play another hand
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it’s such a pity that he’ll never understand
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that you’re singin' a cappella do do do
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singin' a cappella do do do
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you’re singin' a cappella do do do
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he’s your rockefeller do do do
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but he don’t dig a cappella do do do
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her beauty is such that it will never end
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she’s my love, my hope, my dreams
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my one and only friend
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she said she’d always be with me
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that she’d make a perfect wife
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but i can’t go on leading a double life
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she has to know you can’t vow to settle down
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with her right now
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but to tell her that — you’ll have to work out how
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it’s not the best idea for you to let the truth appear
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'cause you’d have to leave town if she were to hear
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that you’re singin' a cappella do do do
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couldn’t bear to tell her do do do
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that you’re singin' a cappella do do do
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she’s your cinderella do do do
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but she don’t dig a cappella do do do
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tell her that you’ve lost your mind
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you can tell him that he’s not your kind
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just tell them that they don’t appeal, but don’t reveal
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that you’re singin' a cappella do do do
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we’re singin' a cappella do do do
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singin' a cappella do do do
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we’re singin' a cappella do do do
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nothin' could be better do do do
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than singin' a cappella do do do
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we’re singin' a cappella do do do
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we’re gettin' down with ella do do do
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and dancing with mandela do do do
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'cause he’s such a funky fella do do do
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we’re singin' a cappella do do do
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under an umbrella do do do
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yeah we’re singin' a cappella do do do
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in a plane with a propeller do do do
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we’re clearin' out the cellar do do do
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while we’re singin' a cappella do do do
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we’re drinkin' sasparilla do do do
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and eatin' hot paella do do do
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with-a lotsa mozzarella do do do
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hope we don’t get salmonella do do do
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you don’t need a fortune teller do do do
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to be singin' a cappella do do do
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we’re singin' a cappella do do do
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like a beautiful rosella do do do
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i’m not a real good speller do do do
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but i’m writing a novella do do do
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about singin' a cappella do do do
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like a beautiful rosella do do do
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where nothin' could be better do do do
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than singin' a cappella do do do |