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A fairytale, a storybook romance |
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Our eyes met and we began to dance |
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I saw a beach, I could hear the shore, |
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When all the time I'm in a Woolworth store. |
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Jo, Josephine, I make her hum, she makes me sing |
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Jo, Josephine, I make her moan, she makes me scream |
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With just one touch, she makes the hardest 'wood' soft, |
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My baby turns me on not off, |
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Sometimes, sometimes when you bring me down |
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Still I like having you around. |
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Jo, Josephine, I make her hum, she makes me sing, |
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Jo, Josephine, I make you moan, you make me scream. |
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When I'm lost, I can't find her anywhere |
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I turn up my nose to sniff the air, |
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Odor so sweet, I know that she's there. |
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I don't need to run, I don't need to hide, |
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My Jo never leaves my side |
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Don't need no headache from no one night stand |
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I'd rather use my baby's right hand. |
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Jo, Josephine, you make me moan, you make me scream |
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Jo, Josephine, I make her hum she makes me sing |
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Jo, Josephine, I'm the king, and your my queen, |
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Jo, Josephine, she's my love, you know what I mean. |
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When I'm lost, I can't find her anywhere |
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I turn up my nose to sniff the air, |
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Odor so sweet, I know that she's there. |
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Jo, Josephine. . . |
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Jo, come talk to me |
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Jo, what was that you said, |
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Jo, come talk to me. . . |
