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Berlin Irving Miscellaneous Antonio (13 May 1912) [1st verse:] I can't explain-a how I feel, my heart no let me speak Antonio, he run away and leave me last-a week He take 'em all the money what I hide under the floor He also take the Irish gal that live-a next a-door He thinks that I'm an easy mark, like what you call the "Jay" I write-a him-a letter and-a this is what I say [chorus:] Antonio, don't you think that you can treat me so Because I sharp-a da stiletto till she look-a much-a new And pretty soon the people walk-a slow behind-a you Antonio, don't you think that you can treat me so I'm gonna give-a you a close-a shave So close-a that you shake-a hand-a with the grave Antonio, better come back home [2nd verse:] The minute that he sees-a me, he's gonna know I sore And then he's gonna run-a like he never run before I wrote-a him a dozen letters in the past-a week For ev'ry letter what I write, I'm gonna throw a brick I lose 'em all the pity and my heart she turn to stone And here's the last-a letter that I write-a to Antone [2nd chorus:] Antonio, don't you think that you can treat me so Because I go and see the tailor and the tailor he's-a guess Why I go there and order up the nice-a black-a dress Antonio, don't you think that you can treat me so I'm gonna cook for you some macaroni You eat [kiss, kiss, kiss], goodbye, Antonio Antonio, better come back home |
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