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Don't have to humble yourself to me |
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I ain't your judge or your king |
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And baby, you know you ain't no queen of sheba |
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And we may not even have our dignity, no |
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This could be just a prideful thing |
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But baby, we can choose you know, |
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We ain't no amoebas |
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But |
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Chorus: |
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Are you ready for this thing called love |
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Don't come from you and me, |
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It comes from up above |
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I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves |
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Are you ready for this thing called love |
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And you ain't some icon carved out of soap |
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Sent down here to clean up my reputation |
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And baby, i ain't your prince charming |
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Now we can live in fear, or act out of hope |
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For some kind of peaceful situation |
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Baby, don't know why the cry of love is so alarming |
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But |
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Chorus |
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The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans |
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And glide off down the lake |
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Whether your sunglasses are off or on |
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You only see the world you make |
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Before the laws of god and the laws of man |
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I take you for my wife, yeah |
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To love, honour, cherish and obey, |
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Now, i didn't have no plans to live |
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This kind of life, no |
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It just worked out that way |
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And |
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Chorus twice |
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Just a crazy little thing called love |
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Its justs a crazy little thing called love |
