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Any man that'll let his wife put on them dirty
clothes, like that little old shorts, and get
out before the public, it shows what you're made
out of. I don't call him much of a man. That's
right. You're supposed to be the head of the
house, but she's the neck; she tells you where
to turn. It's a woman's world. That's right. And
you're giving in to it.
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