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Buckets of rain |
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Buckets of tears |
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Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears. |
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Buckets of moonbeams in my hand, |
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I got all the love, honey baby, |
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You can stand. |
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I been meek |
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And hard like an oak |
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I seen pretty people disappear like smoke. |
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Friends will arrive, friends will disappear, |
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If you want me, honey baby, |
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I'll be here. |
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Like your smile |
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And your fingertips |
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Like the way that you move your lips. |
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I like the cool way you look at me, |
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Everything about you is bringing me |
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Misery. |
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Little red wagon |
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Little red bike |
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I ain't no monkey but I know what I like. |
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I like the way you love me strong and slow, |
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I'm takin' you with me, honey baby, |
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When I go. |
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Life is sad |
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Life is a bust |
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All ya can do is do what you must. |
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You do what you must do and ya do it well, |
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I'll do it for you, honey baby, |
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Can't you tell? |
