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 Sharks gotta swim, and bats gotta flyI gotta love one woman till I die
 To Ed or Dick or Bob
 She may be just a slob
 But to me, well
 She's my girl
 In winter, the bedroom is one large ice cube
 And she squeezes the toothpaste from the middle of the tube!
 Her hairs in the sink
 Have driven me to drink
 But she's my girl, she's my girl, she's my girl
 And I love her
 The girl that I lament for
 The girl my money's spent for
 The girl my back is bent for
 The girl I owe the rent for
 The girl I gave up Lent for
 Is the girl that heaven meant for me
 So though for breakfast she makes coffee that tastes like sham – poo
 I come home for dinner and get peanut butter stew
 Or, if I'm in luck
 It's broiled hockey puck
 But, oh well, what the hell
 She's my girl
 And I love her
 
 
		
		
	
 
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