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All my saints have taken bribes |
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Singing, "Going, going, gone." |
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All the angels taken dives |
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Leaving you the only one |
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If I loose a sequin here and there |
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More salt than pepper in my hair |
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Can I rely on you when all the songs are through |
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To be for me the everthere, everthere? |
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Slide into another book |
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Now and then laugh out loud |
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Throw that very dirty look |
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Which says, "Okay, stop staring at me now." |
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If I loose the sequence here and there |
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Less derring do than quiet care |
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Can I rely on you for a good talking to |
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To be for me the everthere, everthere? |
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If I loose a sequin here and there |
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And take my time on every stair |
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Can I rely on you when this whole thing is through |
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To be for me the everthere, everthere? |
