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You make me laugh |
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'Cause your eyes they light the night |
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They look right through me |
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You bashful boy |
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You're hiding something sweet |
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Please give it to me yeah, to me |
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Talk to me some more |
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You don't have to go |
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You're the poetry man |
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You make things all rhyme |
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You are a genie |
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All I ask for is your smile |
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Each time I rub the lamp |
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When I am with you |
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I have a giggling teenage crush |
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Then I'm a sultry vamp, yeah sultry vamp |
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Talk to me some more |
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You don't have to go |
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You're the poetry man |
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You make things all right, yeah, yeah |
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Talk to me some more |
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You don't have to go |
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You're the poetry man |
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You make things all right, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah |
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So, once again |
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It's time to say so long |
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And so recall the cull of life |
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You're going home now |
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Home's that place somewhere you go each day |
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To see your wife, to see your wife |
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Talk to me some more |
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You know that you don't have to go |
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You're the poetry man |
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You make things all right, yeah |
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Talk to me some more |
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You don't have to go |
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You're the poetry man |
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You make things all right |
