Lend me your comb, it's time to go home.
I got to go past, my hair is a mess Your mammie will scold, your pappie will shout.
Unless we come inthe way we went out. Kissing you was fun honeybut thanks for the date.
But I must come to run honey, but you know baby it's getting late. Just wait till I say: my darling, lend me your comb.
We got to go home. Kissing you was fun honeybut thanks for the date.
But I must come to run, honey.but sugar, it's getting late. Just wait till Isay: my darling, lend me your comb.
We got to go home.

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