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There's plenty of girls in the sea |
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And plenty of seeds in a lemon |
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The trick is in trying to stay free |
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When it's never that great to begin with |
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The surgeon performs precise little cuts |
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But he's never perfect, he's thinking too much |
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And it's really no comfort to me |
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There's plenty of girls in the sea |
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There's plenty of girls in the sea |
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And plenty of those are not women |
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As soon as you get yourself free |
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Then somebody stops you from swimming |
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The lifeguard admits, his whistle in hand |
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That it isn't the muscle, and it isn't the tan |
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No it's whatever you want it to be |
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There's plenty of girls in the sea |
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"It's best to accept it and not make a fuss |
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Just cause the grass isn't green" |
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Yeah, there's plenty of girls in the sea |
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There's plenty of girls in the sea |
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And plenty of clowns in the village |
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The trick is to try to be free |
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And tend to the void, don't just fill it |
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The bartender concedes, from inside his vest |
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That none of the best ones were ever the best |
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So keep it short, simple and sweet |
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Cause there's plenty of girls in the sea |
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Whenever you want there to be |