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I'll take you to the picture show and babe I'll hold your handI'll sit up in your parlor, let you cool me with your fanI'll listen to your troubles and pet you when you cryBut get that marryin' out of your head, it'll be a bachelor 'til I dieI don't mind honky tonkin' 'round if that will bring you funBut somehow I can't understand how one and one make oneI like to cuddle near you and listen to you lieBut get that marryin' out of your head, it'll be a bachelor 'til I dieNow if you want a helpmate, you're wastin' lots of time'Cause I'm afraid of church bells, how they scare me when they chimeI've seen those married people just up and say goodbyeSo get that marryin' out of your head, it'll be a bachelor 'til I dieThis freedom's mighty precious in this land of libertyI've seen what matrimony done to better men than meI don't mind keepin' company with the apple of my eyeBut keep that marryin' out of your head, it'll be a bachelor 'til I die From Letras Mania