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Louis Armstrong( Louis Daniel Armstrong )
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My Sweet Hunk O' Trash
Lyricist:J Johnson, F E Miller
You don't act up too much My sweet hunk o' trash
My, my how you sound You're very short on looks Dumb, when it comes to books Look out, baby, watch it, honey
You're just a good for nothin' But my sweet hunk o' trash
And you stay full of corn Just like a succotash What you want me to do In my idle moments
Let me get a word in there, honey You running your mouth You said I've worried you for years I'm just a barfly moochin' beers
While you sweat over A hot stove slinging hash Work my fingers right down to the elbows Yes, I may be good for nothin'
But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash First to admit it, baby
You said I spread my love all around Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And with the chicks all over town But, how can I when you keep me broke So I can't spend no cash
Yes, I may be good for nothin' But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash
Listen hear pops You know you lie about your youth I don't lie, baby I'm just careless with the truth, that's all
How careless can you be Oh, no With all your chicks, you try to make a flash Now baby, it ain't like that, no
But you're still my good for nothin' My sweet hunk o' trash
Now when you stay out very late It sure makes me mad to wait How come, baby? 'Cause, you come home too tired To raise just one eyelash Watch it, baby, watch it
You're just good for nothin' But you're my sweet hunk o' trash Yes indeed
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