A friend of mine, he said to me a skinny girl is a misery
I shook my head 'cause I knew he couldn't be right
But that's when I thought back to just last night
When I got home, it was maybe a little late
There was ne're a crumb or ne're a plate
There was no martini, no glass of grape
But it was then I sought to contemplate
Some things, my baby don't tolerate
My baby don't tolerate
My baby don't tolerate
From me
I said hello honey, how have you been
She said what could you possibly have been doin' until half past then
And not bein completely unsensitive I could tell my ship had run aground
'Cause I puckered up, you know she puckered down
Some things, my baby don't tolerate
My baby don't tolerate
My baby don't tolerate
From me
Now a small and more ordinary man might not appreciate the guidance of a good woman who truly loves him
He might drift in despair down the ignorant dumb misdoins' of his dirty daily existence
But that's not me, no. Yessiree, I'm proof that true love will set you free
Some things, my baby don't tolerate
My baby don't tolerate
My baby don't tolerate
From me
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