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Ginger |
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Will you be the one |
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To hold me and let me tag along? |
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I'll tell you |
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About everyone who's done me any kind of harm |
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Oh, (we'll jump her muddy ground?) |
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With the stormcloud in her head |
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Is it still to soon to care |
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Or count to ten, there? |
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Ginger |
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All my dreams are of |
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Phone lines, rings all day long |
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And I would |
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Sleep in your shed |
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And I would make away with your herd |
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Nights are nice when you're not scared |
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But you don't care that I'm not there |
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When all the phone calls are returned |
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Sleepyhead can rest assured |
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Ginger |
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Could love me like a son |
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Tie her swing out from the lawn |
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I want to |
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Be your only child |
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I want to feel your heart in mine |
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Don't let go on me now |
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Ginger |
