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I tell you what - there is plenty wrong with me, |
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but I fixed up a few old buildings... |
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and I planted a few trees. |
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children seem to like me, |
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and animals, too - |
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like the birds and the bees... |
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and eating a sandwich, |
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standing over the kitchen counter |
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with only the sound of chewing in the room - |
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I can see you as a challenge, |
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that I will eagerly meet... |
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'cuz you are way way way way sweet. |
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it's just that kind of evening - |
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that cracks open like a half shaken beer, |
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cool and refreshing, running down your arm, |
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baby, there's no other place i'd rather be... |
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than here, parting my periodic alarm. |
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you are ever true, ever new in love... |
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and I mean that in the best and worst way. |
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I don't really know what I was so mad about, |
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but the full moon is about a week away. |
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I tell you what - there is plenty wrong with you, |
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stuff you'd sooner fight for than cop to |
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I think it's just more reason why we are meant to be; |
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people say I look like you and you look like me... |
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a crazy combination of everything and nothing right... |
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we are way way way way way way way way way tight, |
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yes, we are way way way way way way way way way tight, |
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we are way way way way way way way way way tight. |
