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A friend of mine, he said to me, a skinny girl is a misery

I shook my head because I knew he couldn’t be right 
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That’s when I thought back to just last night
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When I got home, it was maybe a little late 
                    
There was nary a crumb on nary a plate
                       
There was no martini, no glass or grape
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It was then I sought to contemplate

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Some things my baby don’t tolerate, no 
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My baby don’t tolerate, no 
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My baby don’t tolerate from me

I said hello honey, how have you been
She said what could you possibly be doing until half past ten
And not being completely insensitive I could tell my ship had run aground
Cause when I puckered up she puckered down