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And i like cream in my coffee |
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And i like to sleep late on sunday |
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And nobody knows me like my baby |
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And i like eggs over easy |
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With flour tortillas |
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And nobody knows me like my baby |
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And nobody holds me |
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And nobody knows me |
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Nobody knows me like my baby |
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But it was a dream made to order |
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South of the border |
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And nobody knows me like my baby |
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And she cried man how could you do it |
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And i swore that there weren't nothing to it |
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But nobody knows me like my baby |
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And nobody holds me |
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And nobody knows me |
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Nobody knows me like my baby |
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And i like cream in my coffee |
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And i hate to be alone on sunday |
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And nobody knows me like my baby |
