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he bakes bread in the morning |
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takes the garbage out at night |
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and i love it when he holds me in his arms so tight |
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and when i'm down he picks me up |
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and he makes me feel alive |
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when it comes to love my man can really jive |
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but your heart's split in two |
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between this man and something new |
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i know you know there's only one thing left to do |
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compared to this he's bland |
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you should play another hand |
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it's such a pity that he'll never understand |
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that you're singin' a cappella do do do |
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singin' a cappella do do do |
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you're singin' a cappella do do do |
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he's your rockefeller do do do |
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but he don't dig a cappella do do do |
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her beauty is such that it will never end |
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she's my love, my hope, my dreams |
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my one and only friend |
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she said she'd always be with me |
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that she'd make a perfect wife |
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but i can't go on leading a double life |
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she has to know you can't vow to settle down |
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with her right now |
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but to tell her that - you'll have to work out how |
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it's not the best idea for you to let the truth appear |
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'cause you'd have to leave town if she were to hear |
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that you're singin' a cappella do do do |
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couldn't bear to tell her do do do |
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that you're singin' a cappella do do do |
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she's your cinderella do do do |
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but she don't dig a cappella do do do |
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tell her that you've lost your mind |
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you can tell him that he's not your kind |
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just tell them that they don't appeal, but don't reveal |
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that you're singin' a cappella do do do |
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we're singin' a cappella do do do |
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singin' a cappella do do do |
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we're singin' a cappella do do do |
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nothin' could be better do do do |
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than singin' a cappella do do do |
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we're singin' a cappella do do do |
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we're gettin' down with ella do do do |
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and dancing with mandela do do do |
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'cause he's such a funky fella do do do |
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we're singin' a cappella do do do |
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under an umbrella do do do |
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yeah we're singin' a cappella do do do |
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in a plane with a propeller do do do |
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we're clearin' out the cellar do do do |
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while we're singin' a cappella do do do |
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we're drinkin' sasparilla do do do |
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and eatin' hot paella do do do |
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with-a lotsa mozzarella do do do |
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hope we don't get salmonella do do do |
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you don't need a fortune teller do do do |
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to be singin' a cappella do do do |
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we're singin' a cappella do do do |
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like a beautiful rosella do do do |
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i'm not a real good speller do do do |
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but i'm writing a novella do do do |
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about singin' a cappella do do do |
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like a beautiful rosella do do do |
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where nothin' could be better do do do |
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than singin' a cappella do do do |
