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Don't be troubled 'bout me cause I'm tired
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From workin' 'round the house
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When day is done
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Don't think you failed me cause you can't afford
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That dishwasher to make my life more fun
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You know, the measure of a man is
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Much more than just the money he can make
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And every woman knows a lot of joy and tears
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Come with the wedding cake
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The wedding cake is not all icing
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And love and tender whispers in the dark
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One slice is concern for all your dreams prayed
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They won't come true and break your heart
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Another slice is feedin' kids and wipin' noses
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Cryin' when the doorbell rings and there are roses
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Every woman knows a lot of give and take
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Comes with the wedding cake
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It's facin' shadows of the future
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Prayin' they will fall away as we walk toward them
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Searchin' for the sun
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And it's long and anxious hours with the wolf at the door
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Hugs and kisses when, at last, we see the dawn
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So when the hands of time trace tellin' lines upon our face
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And lace our hair with strands of gray
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We laugh and say for all who will partake
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It all comes with the wedding cake
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Yes, for all who will partake
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It all comes with the wedding cake
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Yes, for all who will partake
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It all comes with the wedding cake (fade)
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The Wedding Cake
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connie francis |