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My baby's got a strange job and she doesn't wanna tell me what it is My baby's got a strange job when she get's home I hardly get more than a kiss she's got her pockets full of money god only knows where that is from my baby's got a strange job but she'd never treat me wrong my baby she's got habits that I just don't understand my baby she's got habits that I don't fully comprehend sometimes she pees into my beerglass then she's gonna let it sit / just to see how I react now that's a funny habit no doubt about it / and that's a fact bridge: sometimes I wonder where she goes in the morning sometimes she stays away all night but I know that she won't fool around 'cause my baby she's outta sight my baby's got a black book full of handwritten names and numbers my baby's got a black book and sometimes it makes me wonder why she never introduced me to those many friends of hers my baby's got a black book in her pink little plastic purse My baby's got a strange job and she doesn't wanna tell me what it is My baby's got a strange job when she get's home I hardly get more than a kiss she's got her handbag full of cashbills and she wears the weirdest clothes my baby's got a strange job and I just don't wanna know / and she ain't gonna let me know |
