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Oh, don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees? Oh don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees? Don't your arms look lonesome when your baby back's up to leave? Well i'm goin' up on the mountain to call that baby of mine Said i'm goin' up on the mountain to call that baby of mine But something tells me he's not coming back this time We would like to go to the country-- baby can't take you I'm goin' up to the country -- baby can't take you There's nothin' up there a man like you could do He's got a face like a fish Shape like a frog When he loves me I holler uuuuuh-uhhh, hot dog I love that man better than I do myself I love that man better than I do myself But i'm all alone, all alone on the shelf, on the shelf |
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