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Beautiful, the girl's cooking in the diner today |
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Oh, she won't show the bother, even time she gets covered in blues |
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I sing kind little songs trying to bait her soul |
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And she's like natural music anyway she moves |
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Oh, in time, time, time, I just love to watch her hands move |
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A little sugar, pepper, little brother wants to shine my shoes |
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Go ahead, shine, shine, shine, I'll sit real still |
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And my backbone shivers as she looks this way |
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And I try not to move |
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She's beautiful, natural |
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Hangin' in the diner basking in the light of Ms. Lee |