Bread and Butter

Ah, he likes bread and butter Ah, he likes toast and jam Ah, that's what his baby feeds him Ah, he's her loving man Well, I like bread and butter I like toast and jam That's what baby feeds me I'm her loving man Ah, he likes bread and butter Ah, he likes toast and jam That's what his baby feeds him Ah, he's her loving man Well, she don't cook mashed potatoes She don't cook T-bone steak She don't feed me peanut butter She knows that I can't take Ah, he likes bread and butter Ah, he likes toast and jam Ah, that's what his baby feeds him Ah, he's her loving man Well, I got home early one Monday Much to my surprise She was eating chicken and dumplings With some other guy No more bread and butter Ah, no more toast and jam He found his baby eating Ah, with some other man No, no, no No more bread and butter Ah, no more toast and jam I found my baby eating Ah, with some other man No, no, no, no No more bread and butter No, no, no, no Ah, no more toast and jam No, no, no, no Ah, no more bread and butter No, no, no, no Ah, no more toast and jam No, no, no, no Ah, no more bread and butter

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