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Yeah they call me Sweet Papa Di, yeah
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I tell you, I spread my sugar all around
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Yeah, I mean all around
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They keep a-standin' in line
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Every time Papa Di come to town, yeah
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Ooo I'm a hound
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I love 'em all one by one
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Yeah I'll even stand & look at me down
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Just like a child
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Yeah they call me Sweet Papa Di, yeah
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Yeah but the honey drippin' from the vine, yeah
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Ooo the vine
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I've got a reputation, pretty love girls oughta live my lips
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Ooo I feel every time
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I love 'em all round the clock
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They come home beggin' all the time, yeah so fine
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Yeah I'll tell you all about a woman in Texas
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I'm older than Tennessee
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I'm sentimental Rockies, floatin' Wyoming
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Yeah, Atlanta outside of travel, Miami was the best, yeah
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& back in New York town, women, yeah, gotta get some rest
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Yeah they call me Sweet Papa Di
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I'm a specialist on the heart & the soul
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Yeah the Jelly Roll
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As long as you fine things need me
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Yeah, Papa Di won't let your love get cold
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Bless your souls
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Sweet Papa Di
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| Dion Dimucci |
