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Baird |
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It's easy for me |
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To tell you the pangs of love |
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You see the best in everything |
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And circle like a dove |
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Oh with those easy living eyes |
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You see them burn and can feel you're growing wise. |
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You know your place and turn together all the ties. |
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You cover up and keep her steady as she lies. |
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You take to laughing |
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And singing songs of joy |
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And take to walking in the evening |
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With your lover boy |
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Oh if the very song of spring |
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Could make you happy then girl that's the one I'd sing. |
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And if you needed love then that is what I'd bring. |
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I'd never let you stay alone in anything. |
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Flattery is easy |
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When all you have to do |
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Is look into each other's face |
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And give the best of you. |
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Oh, you have such a lucky line |
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You must be due to say t he very same of mine |
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I think it's there to make it better all the time |
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If night time wants to win then my its got to shine. |
