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He's a loving kind of boy |
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by God help the girl |
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He's a loving kind of boy |
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But when you box off his heart |
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And put him to the test |
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He will snap and |
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You will find him in the bath |
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As he tries to leave all his worries in the water and drown all his woes |
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She's a loving kind of girl |
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But when you put her to work |
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No fun can she enjoy |
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She's a flower |
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Like a flower in the dark |
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She is wilting,pour on some water and the weekend is bound to arrive |
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He's a loving kind of guy |
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He's dedicated his mate |
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His choice,he is in love |
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But temptation |
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Always pulls the other way |
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As he waits,his dream fresh inside his head his baby is sleeping below |
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He's a loving kind of guy |
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He goes to church every day |
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He's trying to forget |
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Every day he |
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Chips away a little rock on his shoulder |
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Love is a sculptor and it makes him a shoulder again |
