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She said, "warm up your heart |
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Sixty-six more degrees |
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Then maybe you won't walk around |
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Like a human iceberg on your knees" |
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Now we could go together, baby |
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To see a big man with books |
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He'll take your mental temperature |
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Give you lots of dirty looks that last |
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Until the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
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She said write me a song |
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To prove our love is in full bloom |
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And make it sound really popular |
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With more hooks than a coat room |
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And we could go together, baby |
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To see a big man with books |
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He'll take your mental temperature |
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Give you lots of dirty looks that last |
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Until the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
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She said open your mind |
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And not the lousy t.v. set |
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Then maybe you won't walk around |
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Like a three legged circus freak pet |
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Now we could go together, baby |
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To see a big man with books |
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He'll take your mental temperature |
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Give you lots of dirty looks that last |
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Until the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
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'til the next day comes |
