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Now Daddy, I'll treat you right and promise never to fight
If you're lonely, come back to me
Well, I work hard every day and you can have all of my pain
If you're lonely, try and agree
Well, you can knock me down, knock me up, and even kick me
Oh, black both my eyes, but Daddy, please don't you kick me
I will rub and scrub and eat the suds
If you're lonely, come back to me, sweet Papa
Now darling, when the rain turns to snow and it's 90 below
That's when I'll come back to you
When I'm hungry and I'm dying and I'm starving and there are no shoes on my feet
Then I will cogitate over your veritability
Now, you may have found some other cat
Oh, I may agree to that, yes, but darling, you lost uranium mine
A gold mine, a silver mine, a cobalt mine when you lost me
Now, when boxcars are flying around and when blue turns to brown
Oh, well, then I might abandon the canyons in my mind
And soar into the air with a squirming blither over you, darling
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