Well, it's one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must
Well they took some honey from a tree
Dressed it up
Ain't no doubt about it, this must be love
One little
Well how can you say you will when you won't,
Say
Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my
Now let me take you to the movies Magg
So I
Now there are folks who like to brag about where
There was an old woman that lived in a shoe
She
Mama, here's to mama
Who was the first to love me
Well, she goes struttin' down the street In her sophisticated
One more time
Just a little thing they call they poor
Every time it rains, baby, I run to my window
And
Oh, arrested on charges over unemployment
He was sitting in the
Well they took a little honey from a honey tree
They
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