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Transcribed by mark dorset |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. / |
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All of his friends have been wondering / |
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Why he spent so long with her; / |
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He's so dark and moody, / |
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She is his sunshine girl. / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. / |
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In the bed where they make love / |
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She's in a film on the sheets. / |
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He shows dreams like a movie, / |
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She's the softness of cinema seats. / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. / |
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He sees all of the girls / |
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Like demi moore as she sighs. / |
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Dreams come true as he holds her, / |
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`til the x's come up in her eyes. / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. / |
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Like roses grow in a churchyard, / |
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Her skin as white as the milk, / |
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Just like a sherpa tensing / |
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Under a manilla silk. / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala, / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala. / |
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Lalala lalalala, / lalalala lalalalala... |