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He will call you, "Baby" |
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But will he listen when you cry? |
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He will call you, "Sweetheart" |
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But always seem apart |
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And he will break all your fences down |
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Trample all into the ground |
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He will call you, "Baby" |
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She will call you, "Honey" |
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And leave you twisting in the wind |
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She will call you, "Darling" |
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Keep you stunned and wondering |
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She will take you to another world |
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Where the winds of confusion swirl |
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She will call you, "Honey" |
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We should call them lucky |
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As they watch their babies dance |
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Or maybe call them crazy |
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For ever thinking they have a chance |
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They will carry her as far as they can |
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Then abandon her once again |
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They will call her baby |
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They will call her baby |
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And they will call her baby |
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They will call her baby |
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