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(Poole/Martin/Poole) |
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I wish I were you |
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I wish I could wear your shoes |
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Wish I could think from your brain |
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I wish I were you |
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Yes I do I wish |
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I were you |
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In seventies attire |
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You know the whole planet |
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And the whole planet knows you back |
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You flaunt your imperfections |
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You carry it off with a wave of confidence |
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The hair flicks |
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The aura spits |
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Out something sparkly |
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All this reflects a |
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Deliriously happy individual |
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Makes me sick to my stomach |
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Well I'm jealous |
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So quote me on that |
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I've got a temper |
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You're laid back |
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Do you feel safe with a woman who |
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Doesn't even know her politics |
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From her poloneck? |
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And you go with the flow |
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It fits you perfectly |
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As you make love on another |
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Lip-shaped settee |
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You're as cool as can be |
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Strange soul you are |
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I stand in wonder |
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You make your own rules |
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And use your own devices |
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You lay back |
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Easy to do |
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And I wish |
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I were you |
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Return |
