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Sweet Marjorie she's talking to me |
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I only say she's right |
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Knowing her that's the only way not to be here all night |
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Sweet Marjorie don't talk to me |
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Your eyes outshine the stars |
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Don't break the spell by saing love is just a farce |
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She tells me I don't understand her point of view |
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And I admit I really think so too |
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My arguments don't ever seem to reach her |
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'No politics now, please' - but here we go again |
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She says now this is where we disagree |
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You've got to open up your eyes and see |
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To live a periscope life like that |
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I'll tell you where I'm at |
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You maybe better off dead |
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She's so extreme, she won't let me dream |
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Won't let me love and caress |
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I'm always told to look around and conclude this world's a mess |
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Sweet Marjorie, she's dining with me |
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I say let's order some food |
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Although the system's wrong- the menu's looking good |
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I know the whole world fights and kills and hates |
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But lady must that always spoil our dates |
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I can't imagine that the world would end |
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If I would eat my steak now that it's warm |