A popular song from 1921 Words by Roy Turk and J. Russel Robinson
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“I’ve got those turtle-dovin’
Those warm-as-oven
But can’t-get-lovin’ blues
Seems each man I love don’t care for me
Why must it be?
Just when I love one and think he is mine
Some other fish takes the bait off my line
When it comes to looks and style, I know
I’ve got ’em beat a mile
I’ve got those ‘try-to please-’em
But for no reason I can’t get squeezin’ blues
Every beau I always seem to lose
So what’s the use?
They think just as much of poor me
As a yaller dog thinks of a flea
I’ve got those warm-as-oven
But can’t-get-lovin’ blues”
Chorus
“I’ve got those turtle-dovin’
Those warm-as-oven
But can’t-get-lovin’ blues
Somehow to the boys I don’t appeal
How bad I feel
If I were crippled or had a glass eye
I’d understand why they all pass me by
If someone don’t fondly me
I’ll throw myself into the sea
I’ve got those real heartachy
Those always fake me
And then they shake me blues
My good nature they love to abuse
With some excuse
I’d love a ragdoll if I could
‘Cause I’m not made of marble or wood
I’ve got those warm-as-oven
But can’t-get-lovin’ blues”