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Title: My Baby Don’t Tolerate Artist: Lyle Lovett
FA friend of mine, he said to me, a skinny girl is a misery I shook my head because I knew he couldn’t be right That’s when I thought back to just last night D# F When I got home, it waFs maybe a little late
There was nary a crumb on nary a plate There was no martini, no glass or grape
It was then I sought to contemplate D# F Chorus Some thingsF my baby don’t tolerate, no D# F FMy baby don’t toleratD#e, noF FMy baby don’t toleratD#e frFom me F
I said hello honey, how have you been She said what could you possibly be doing until half past ten And not being completely insensitive I could tell my ship had run aground Cause when I puckered up she puckered down Chorus Solo Now a small more ordinary man might not appreciate the guidance of a good woman that truly loves him He might drift in despair during the ignorant, dumb misdoings of his dirty daily existence But that’s not me nosiree I’m proof that true love will set you free Chorus Chorus