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Ann-Margret And Here She Is Lovie Joe I'm sad, I'm glad, I'm mad About that lovin' man of mine He's so neat and sweet as the berry That grows on the vine And he's mine all mine Oh Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' man From way down home in Birmingham He can do some lovin' and some lovin' sure And when he starts to love me I holler more 'Cause he's the master of those lovin' arts Where all your lovers quits That's where he starts And when I hear the wedding march so grand I just get myself a wedding band Take it to the preacher man Make the preacher understand That he must join me hand in hand To Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' man Oh Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' man From way down home in Birmingham He can do some lovin' and some lovin' sure And when he starts to love me I holler more, more Master of those lovin' arts Where all your lovers quits That's where he starts I just get myself a wedding band Take it to the preacher man Make the preacher understand That he must join me hand in hand To Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' man To Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' man |
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