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Why Look At Me?




From: PASTIME RHYME SECTION

What's you lookin' at me fer?
I didn' come here to stay.
I wants dis bug put in y[=o]' years,
An' den I'se gwine away.

I'se got milk up in my bucket,
I'se got butter up in my bowl;
But I hain't got no Sweetheart
Fer to save my soul.





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