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My boss is the boss's son and that makes for a real long day.
When that workin' day is finally done I'm facin' 40,000 cars on the interstate.
Feelin' lower than a well digger's shoes:
knee-deep in a mess of blues.
But those blues just fade away
when I hear my baby say
(CHORUS)
"It ain't nothin'
a little bit of love won't fix.
It ain't nothin' but a scratch
a little bit of love won't stitch.
It ain't nothin'
a little bit of love won't heal.
Your love makes me feel
that no matter what h*** life deals,
it ain't nothin'"
***VS 2***
It was written all over her face: she was about to climb the walls.
She said, "You've got to get me out of this place 'cause even
Cinderella got to go to the ball.
If you multiply h*** times three,
that's what this day's been like for me."
I said, "Honey, we'll do the town,
just don't let it getcha' down, 'cause..."
(CHORUS)
It ain't nothin'
a little bit of love won't heal.
Your love makes me feel
that no matter what h*** life deals, it"
***fades out repeating "It ain't nothin'."***
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