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Baby, baby, what is the matter with you? Baby, baby, what is the matter with you? You got the world in a jug And you don't have a thing to do I always told you, baby You'll be the death of me 'Cos when I'm always with you I get the third degree That ain't right Baby, that ain't right at all Takin' all my money Goin' out, havin' yourself a ball I took you to a night club And bought you big champagne You rolled home in a taxi And I caught the subway train That ain't right Baby, that ain't right at all Takin' all my money Goin' out, havin' yourself a ball I went to a fortune teller And had my fortune told He said, you didn't love me All you wanted was my gold That ain't right Baby, that ain't right at all Takin' all my money Goin' out, havin' yourself a ball |