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Sometimes late at night I wake up dreaming |
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I reach and feel for her she's too good to be true |
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Then I touch the sleeping softness of my angel |
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And half asleep she turns to whisper I love you |
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Cause she's just too good to be true but she is |
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And in my arms she reassures me with a kiss |
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She's everything I ever looked for in a woman |
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She's just too good to be true but she is |
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Each day I go to work is like forever till that evening sun will bring me home again |
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But then she's a waitin' at the door with her sweet lovin' |
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And tonight she'll be so good to me again |
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Cause she's just too good... |
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She's just too good to be true but she is |
