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I don't know my telephone number |
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But you kiss good and |
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I'd like to see you tomorrow |
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And I don't beg, |
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I pay, I don't barter |
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If we had a child |
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I'd like a son, not a daughter |
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No she'd be just like you you know that would not do |
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I'm no builder, |
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I'm no gardener |
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I sing some songs |
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Have a friend who's a photographer |
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There ain't no other language |
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I know how to speak |
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Some like their water shallow and |
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I like mine deep so very deep |
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Tied to the bottom with a noose around my feet |
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Clouds conspire above my head |
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I overheard them say |
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I wish he was dead |
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Today the sunset burned my eyes |
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In the next room |
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I hear someone cry |
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I like to dress up like the jury |
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To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy |
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To talk like dirt to love you like tar |
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But never fall in too fast with my north star, no no no |
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While you pull your hair out |
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I buy the drinks at the bar |
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Clouds conspire above my head |
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I overheard them say |
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I wish he was dead |
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Today the sunset burned my eyes |
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In the next room |
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I hear someone cry |
