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Look inside your coat, I put a paper in your pocket holding a note |
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That says a few nice things and needs some eyes to see the wonders written inside |
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You, you've got a charm that spins my head around my dampened underarms |
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Will you take a trip with me down a sunny stream a floating on a goosenecked boat |
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And if you feel a rumbling in your stomach dear |
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Don't be scared to make a mess |
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Or ruin your new dress with me |
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Oh, oh there she goes (there she goes) |
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She's walking past me here I wonder if she knows |
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(where does she go) |
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That I do share the air, that blows the bells she sings along without a care |
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I hope (I hope her hands do find) her hands do find the folded feelings that I know I left behind (that I left behind) |
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Will You take a trip with me down a sunny stream a floating on a goosenecked boat |
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And if you feel a rumbling in your stomach dear |
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Don't be scared to make a mess |
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Or ruin your new dress |
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Waiting for an apple to fall into my hands |
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Waiting seems to be the master plan |
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Smiling 'til it gets me stiff oh oh |
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Oh, oh no |
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Will you take a trip with me down a sunny stream a floating on a goosenecked boat |
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And if you feel a rumbling in your stomach dear |
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Don't be scared to make a mess |
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Or ruin your new dress with me |
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Don't be scared to make a mess |
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Or ruin your new dress with me |
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Look inside your coat, I put a paper in your pocket holding a note |
