It's cost me a lot But there's one thing that I've got, It's my man. Cold and wet, tired you bet But all that I soon forget, With my man. He's not much for looks And no hero out of books, Is my man. Two or three girls has he That he likes as well as me, But I love him. I don't know why I should: He isn't good He isn't true He beats me too... What can I do? Oh, my man I love him so He'll never know All my life is just a spare But I don't care When he takes me in his arms The world is bright All right. What's the difference if I say I'll go away When I know I'll come beck on my knees someday? So whatever my man is I am his Forever more.
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