Аккорды Jack White - Matrimonial Inclinations

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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You people can talk about your cold-shell roadie mamas
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Mama, your chin up 'bout your house being brown
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Well, I got a woman way down in Mobile, Alabama
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She's the warmest thing in that town, doggone her skin

[Verse 2]
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She ain't got no papa
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Leave me alone
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She ain't got no big boy
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Please take me home
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This mama just got one object in view
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And what she said to me, I know she's bound to say to you

[Verse 3]
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She'll say, "Papa, if you ain't got matrimonial inclinations
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Then keep your hands to yourself"
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"Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations
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Son, don't let your hands be felt"

[Verse 4]
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Well, I'm this red hot papa you heard so much talk about
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But you're an asbestos woman who mortally put my fire out
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Papa, you ain't got no matrimonial inclinations
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Please keep your hands to yourself, doh doh doh

[Verse 5]
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When I first met you, I had no shoes
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But look at me now, I got these barefooted blues
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Papa, you ain't got no matrimonial intentions
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Please keep your hands to yourself, doh doh doh

[Interlude]
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[Verse 6]
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Papa, if you ain't got matrimonial inclinations
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Please keep your hands to yourself
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Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations
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Son, don't let your hands be felt

[Verse 7]
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Well, I'm this red hot papa you heard so much talk about
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But you're an asbestos woman who mortally put my fire out
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Papa, if you ain't got no matrimonial intentions
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Oh Death, where is thy sting?