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One She prefers the night to day |
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Two She never calls me when she says |
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ThreeMotorcycle riding to the south |
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Four The way she puts her fingers in her mouth |
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Five Running just in time to miss our train |
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Six The old park benches where we scratched our names |
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Seven she says do or die, seven reasons why |
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Eight Her swerving hips and her lip service |
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Nine Consumes the hopes of all men dressed in black and flesh |
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Ten Oh she ain't got the the time to speed |
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Eleven She leaves the pie and always always eats her greens |
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Twelve well she cries do or die |
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Twelve reasons why I love her, oh |
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Oh twelve reasons why |
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Twelve reasons why I wrote this love song |
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It's off the cuff |
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I jotted down a shopping list of love |
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Of love of love of love |
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I`m reminded that there's nothing that can touch her |
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Oh, yeah |
