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Waking, he stared raptly at her face |
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On his lips, her smell, her taste |
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Black hair framing her perfect face |
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With her wonderful mind and her incredible grace |
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And so, he woke, he woke her with a start |
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To offer her his heart |
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For once and for all, forever to keep |
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And the words, that she first heard him speak |
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Were really very sweet |
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He was asking her to marry him, and to |
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Think it over |
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Baby, think it over |
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Think it over |
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Baby, why don't you think it over |
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She said, somewhere, there's a faraway place |
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Where all is ordered and all is grace |
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No one there is ever disgraced |
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And everyone there is wise and everyone has taste |
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And then she sighed, well la-dee-dah-dee-dah |
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You and i have come quite far |
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And we really must watch what we say |
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Because when you ask for someone's heart |
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You must know that you're smart |
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Smart enough to care for it, so i'm gonna |
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Think it over |
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Baby, think it over |
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Think it over |
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Baby, i'm gonna think it over |