She never has to worry And she never has to try She's never in a hurry And I know the reason why She's got her daddie's And her fingers in some pies She makes a double of a trouble with her lies
She says, oh I'm mad about the boy She says, oh I'm mad about the boy She says, oh I'm mad about the boy
She's always late to meet me And she always has to go To make another entry At another coolie show She is a dirty little lady But I know She only has to say the chorus and I go
She says, oh I'm mad about the boy She says, oh-oh-oh I'm mad about the boy She says, oh I'm mad about the boy
Don't tell me your troubles I've got troubles that would make you scream and shout Don't tell me your troubles I've got troubles I will tell you all about
No I don't take a drink No I won't take a drink But I sure take some ups and some downs She makes me so weary She picks me up to put me down
Don't tell me your troubles I've got troubles that would make you scream and shout Don't tell me your troubles I've got troubles I will tell you all about
No I don't take a drink No I won't take a drink But I sure take some ups and some downs You makes me so weary You pick it up and put me down
You never have to worry And you never have to try You're never in a hurry And I know the reason why You got your daddie's And your fingers in some pies You makes a double of a trouble with your lies
You say, oh I'm mad about the boy You say, oh-oh-oh I'm mad about the boy You say, oh I'm mad about the boy
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