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Poetry in motion |
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Walkin' by my side |
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Her lovely locomotion |
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Keeps my eyes open wide |
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Poetry in motion |
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See her gentle sway |
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A wave out on the ocean |
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Could never move that way |
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I love every movement |
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There's nothing I would change |
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She doesn't need improvement |
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She's much too nice to rearrange |
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Poetry in motion |
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Dancing close to me |
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A flower of devotion |
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A swaying gracefully |
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Whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whooooooooa |
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When I see my baby |
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What do I see |
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Poetry |
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Poetry in motion |
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Poetry in motion |
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See her gentle sway |
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A wave out on the ocean |
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Could never move that way |
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I love every movement |
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And there's nothing I would change |
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There's no need improvement |
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She's much too nice to rearrange |
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Poetry in motion |
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All that I adore |
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No number-nine love potion |
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Could make me love her more |
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Whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whooooooooa |
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Whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whooooooooa |
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She's poetry |
