(All right, come on now)
Well it`s Sunday afternoon
I`m sitting in my living room
And I`m stung by love
Baby don`t care about me
She got a place on the North End Road
I been around, the curtains were closed
And I`m stung by love, stung by love
Baby don`t care about me
I got the growing man blues
Can`t get it on the National Health
I got the growing man blues
Guess I`ll have to get it myself
(Come on, all right)
Well I follow her around
She means (?)
And I`m stung by love,
Baby don`t care about me
I`m shy(?)
It`s about eleven when she turns off the light
And I`m stung by love, stung by love
Baby don`t care about me
I got the growing man blues
Can`t get it on the National Health
I got the growing man blues
Guess I`ll have to get it myself
He`s got the growing man blues
Can`t get it on the National Health
I got the growing man blues
Guess I`ll have to get it myself
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