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I'm susceptible to stars in the sky |
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I'm incurably romantic |
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If they're told to me all covered with sighs |
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The wildest of the lies seem true |
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Each time a lovebird sings |
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I have no defenses |
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My heart is off on wings |
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Alone with my senses |
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I'm a set up for the moon when it's bright |
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I'm incurably romantic |
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And I shouldn't be allowed out at night |
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With anyone quite like you |
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But oh, your arms are nice |
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And it would be awfully nice |
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If you turned out to be |
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Starry eyed like me |
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And incurably romantic too |
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Each time a lovebird sings |
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I have no defenses |
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My heart is off on wings |
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Along with my senses |
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I'm a set up for the moon when it's bright |
|
I'm incurably romantic |
|
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night |
|
With anyone quite like you |
|
But oh, your arms are nice |
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And it would be awfully nice |
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If you turned out to be |
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Starry eyed like me |
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And incurably romantic too |
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I'm susceptible to stars in the skies |
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I'm so romantic |
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When they're covered with sighs |
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The wildest of lies seem true |
|
Each time a lovebird sings |
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I have no defenses |
|
My heart is off on wings |
|
Along with my senses |
|
I'm a set up for the moon when it's bright |
|
I'm incurably romantic |
|
And I shouldn't be allowed out at night |
|
With anyone quite like you |
|
But oh, your arms are nice |
|
And it would be awfully nice |
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If you turned out to be |
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Starry eyed like me |
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And incurably romantic too |
