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This many boyfriends walk her home |
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This many boyfriends ring the phone |
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Lori, Lori what's the story? |
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All those boys think you are boring |
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They just see those bobby socks |
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Not what's beneath those curly locks |
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It makes me mad |
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When I see them make you sad |
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Sometimes I wanna be real bad |
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And shove those words back down their throat |
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Lori, Lori what's the story? |
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Let's go do some apple coring |
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We will bake an apple pie |
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Maybe that will dry your eyes |
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The oven's warm |
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How come your hands are so cold? |
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Lori, Lori what's the hurry? |
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So they think they're judge and jury |
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The reason we cause such a flurry |
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Is they'll never love so purely |
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We tip over apple carts |
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With the pounding of our hearts |
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Lori, Lori don't you worry |
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We'll have our own swimming party |
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We'll swim up and we'll swim back |
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Now you're sitting in my lap |
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And there's one thing I forgot |
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I love Lori a lot. |
