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Almost eighteen, a lot of sugar and lace |
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Almost eighteen with an angel face |
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She says, |
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I'm her kind of guy and if |
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I leave her, she'll die, uh, uh |
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I'll flip upside down and all the way around |
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I'm acting like a clown because |
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I think I've found |
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The cream of the crop, |
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I know I'll never stop |
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I'll go on lovin' my baby, she's a grown up lady now |
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Full skirt, don't flirt, ballerina shoes |
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Pin slips, two lips that never sing the blues |
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Almost eighteen, a ribbon in her hair |
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Almost eighteen, my baby's young and fair0h, oh, |
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I'll never let her go because, oh, |
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I love her so, oh, oh |
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She's gonna have her birthday then we'll run away |
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We're gonna find a preacher, let him be the teacher |
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Gonna honeymoon all through the month of |
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JuneDarlin', we'll have a time until we're ninety-nine, yeah, yeah |
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Wedding bells gonna ring, we're gonna be together |
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I love her, she loves me, our love'll live forever |
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Almost eighteen, she's a swingin' queen |
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Almost eighteen, oh, what a lovely dream |
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Until the end of time, my baby's mine, all mine, uh, uh |
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Almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen |
