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Though you're past your baby days |
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Still you've got those baby ways |
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You're as bashful every time |
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When I'm with you |
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Though you're fond of me you say |
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Still you keep me far away |
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Oh why can't we love |
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Just like other sweethearts do? |
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What have we got lips for |
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What have we got arms for |
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Why do we have stars above? |
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Oh you know, I know, |
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Everything's made for love! |
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What do we got eyes for |
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What we sigh sigh for |
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Why do we say \"lovey dove?\" |
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Oh you know, I know, |
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Everything's made for love! |
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What is the dark for |
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What is the park for |
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Why are shady lanes |
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Why is a cozy corner so rosey |
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Every time it rains |
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What have I got you for |
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What do you got me for |
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What are we both thinking of? |
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Oh you know, I know, |
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Everything's made for love! |
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And why do we have preachers |
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Why do we have teachers |
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Why do we have weddings too? |
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Oh you know, I know, |
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Everything's made for love! |
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Now what is a gold band for |
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And what is the best man for |
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And why do we all say \"I do?\" |
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Oh you know, I know, |
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Everything's made for love! |
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What do men slave for |
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What do they save for |
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And when cupid calls |
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Why do we go and spend all of our dough |
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To see Niagara Falls |
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Why we keep crying |
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Why we keep sighing |
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Why do we say \"dovey dove?\" |
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Oh you know, I know, |
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Everything's made for love! |
