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Beautician Blues B. B. King  I met a fine beautician In a very fine condition She was long and lean And you know what that means She’s a good lovin’ mama A hard workin’ woman She makes a lot of money I don’t have to worry about a thing She works hard all day Dressin’ hair Man you can bet I want to get somewhere With my good lovin’ mama My hard workin’ woman She makes a lot of money I don’t have to worry about a thing I meet the finest woman From everywhere Because my baby Dress their hair I’ll be her lover boy She treats me like a king She makes a lot of money Don’t have to worry about a thing Yes, she keeps her hair So neat and fine And every pound of her is mine I’ll be her lover boy I’ll be happy as a king She makes a lot of money Don’t have to worry about a thing |
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