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Well I'm stacking up skirts and things |
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Packing up and fixing to go |
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For some little reason that I can't remember |
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And this leaving is a-grieving me so |
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But just one little kiss |
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Could put all of this leaving behind |
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Yeah, baby me baby |
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And maybe I might change my mind |
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Baby me baby |
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Everyday |
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Baby me baby |
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And make all my blues go away |
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Baby me baby |
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Everyday |
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Baby me baby |
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And I'll baby you the same way |
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Sometimes the times are good times |
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And sometimes the times |
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Are not quite so good as the good times should be |
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And that's when leaving starts to enter my mind |
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But just one word from you |
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And I'd put all of my suitcases down |
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Yeah, baby me, baby |
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And maybe I might stick around |
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Baby me baby |
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Everyday |
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Baby me baby |
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And make all my blues go away |
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Baby me baby |
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Everyday |
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Oh, Baby me baby |
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And I'll baby you the same way |
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Baby me baby |
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Baby me baby |
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Baby me baby |
