| Oh, at last I’ve got you near,
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| So I can tell you, dear,
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| That your funny disposition almost drives me wild!
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| I know that you could be So nice and sweet to me;
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| But you treat me just as though I’m a child!
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| I ask you for a kiss,
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| You give me just one kiss,
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| When I’d want another kiss;
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| Ah, don’t be like that!
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| And when I wanna pet,
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| And I think we’re all set,
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| You play so hard to get;
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| Don’t be like that!
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| I wish I knew if you really love me,
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| The things you do, make me think that you don’t think much of me.
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| You know, we’d make a lovely pair,
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| If you could only care,
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| But you’re a frigidaire;
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| Aw, don’t be like that!
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| I call you on the phone,
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| And I get you on the phone,
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| But you say you’re not home;
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| Oh, don’t be like that!
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| Ya know, when you call on Sunday night,
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| And everything is just so nice,
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| But you let the lights burn bright,
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| Don’t be like that!
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| You think that I’ll spend my evenings gaily,
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| When all you try is a tune on your ukulele.
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| You know, another thing I found,
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| When Christmas time comes round,
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| You’re always out of town,
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| Ah, don’t be like that!
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| Oh, don’t be like that!
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| Oh, honey dear, you are so appealing,
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| And when you love, oh, you love with such feeling!
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| I love that boop-boop-a-doop,
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| You love that boop-boop-a-doop,
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| We love that boop-oo-doop-oo;
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| Oh, don’t be like that! |