We read the paper and we pick the show, I'd meet her there but my watch was slow She came early and I came late We never met It was a hell of a date
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The way we met, she was a friend of a friend, They needed money and I had it to lend She had five; she wanted ten. I gave her all my money So I got none to spend
She burns her biscuits and her gravy is strange, Can't fry a chicken in a microwave range. Her salt's tasty, her sugar's sweet No she can't cook But she's got something to eat
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