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Treat Me Nice |
When I walk through that door
Baby be polite
You're gonna make me sore
If you don't greet me right
Don't you ever kiss me once, kiss me twice
Treat me nice
I know that you've been told
It's not fair to tease
So if you come on cold
I'm really gonna freeze
If you don't want me to be cold as ice
Treat me nice
Make me feel at home
If you really care
Scratch my back and run your pretty
Fingers through my hair
You know I'll be your slave
If you ask me to
But if you don't behave
I'll walk right out on you
If you want my love then take my advice
Treat me nice
Make me feel at home
If you really care
Scratch my back and run your pretty
Fingers through my hair
You know I'll be your slave
If you ask me to
But if you don't behave
I'll walk right out on you
If you want my love then take my advice
Treat me nice
If you really want my love then treat me nice
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Title:My Truly, Truly Fair Artist: Guy Mitchell - Contributor:Webmaster
| [Written by Bob Merrill]
(Oh, hooooo)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)
How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow, how I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)
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