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Baby come tell me 'bout your tree-house |
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And your candy-strped pet mouse |
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And your car that has feet |
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Hey come tell me 'bout your eyebrows that meet |
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And my baby won't you tell me 'bout your chilblains |
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And your right eyeball's growing pains |
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And your purple tractor that sings |
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Hey come tell me all of those things |
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But if you want to tell me some more |
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Think you can |
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Oh babe tell me 'bout your lover man |
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You know I'm talking 'bout him |
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He's one that's strutting around |
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Each time |
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I get out of town |
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You know the one that |
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I mean He's one that's stealing my scene away |
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Baby I'm talking 'bout him |
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Oh baby won't you tell me 'bout your black rose |
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And the garden where your love grows |
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Among the cabbages and beans |
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Hey come tell me why your primroses are green |
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But if you want to tell me some more |
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Think you can |
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Oh babe tell me 'bout your lover man |
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You know I'm talking 'bout him |
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He's one that's strutting around |
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Each time |
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I get out of town |
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You know the one that |
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I mean He's one that's stealing my scene away |
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Baby I'm talking 'bout him |
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He's one that's stealing my cream away |
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Baby I'm talking 'bout him |
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Talking 'bout your lover man |
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Talking 'bout him |
