| Well, I can wash out forty four pairs of socks
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| And have 'em hangin' on the line
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| I can starch and iron two dozen shirts
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| Before you can count from one to nine
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| I can scoop up a great big dip full of lard
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| From the drippings can
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| Throw it in the skillet, go out, do the shopping
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| And be back before it melts in the pan
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| 'Cause I’m a woman, W O M A N
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| I’ll say it again, hey
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| I can rub and scrub
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| This ol' house until it’s shining like a dime
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| Feed my baby, grease the car and
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| Powder my face at the same time
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| Get all dressed up, go out
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| And swing till 4 am and then
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| Lay down at five, jump up at 6
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| And start all over again
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| 'Cause I am a woman, W O M A N
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| I’ll say it again
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| If you come to me sickly
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| You know I’m gonna make you well
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| If you come to me hexed up
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| You know I’m gonna break the spell
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| You know if you come to me hungry
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| I’m gonna fill you full of grits
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| But if it’s loving you’re lacking
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| I’ll kiss you and give you the shivering fits
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| 'Cause I’m a woman, W O M A N
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| I’ll say it again
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| Hell, I’m a woman, W O M A N
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| I can stretch a greenback dollar bill
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| From here to kingdom come
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| I can play the numbers, pay my bills
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| And still end up with some
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| And I got a twenty dollar gold piece
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| Says there’s nothing that I can’t do
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| I can make a dress out of a feed bag
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| And make a man out of you
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| 'Cause I’m a woman
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| W O M A N, woman |