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Verse 1: |
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You got a thing about you |
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I just can't live without you |
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I really want you, Elenore, near me |
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Your looks intoxicate me |
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Even though your folks hate me |
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There's no one like you, Elenore, really |
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Chorus: |
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Elenore, gee I think you're swell |
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And you really do me well |
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You're my pride and joy, et cetera |
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Elenore, can I take the time |
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To ask you to speak your mind |
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Tell me that you love me better |
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Verse 2: |
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I really think you're groovy |
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Let's go out to a movie |
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What do you say, now, Elenore, can we? |
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They'll turn the lights way down low |
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Maybe we won't watch the show |
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I think I love you, Elenore, love me |
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repeat chorus |
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Elenore, gee I think you're swell ah-hah |
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...hah |
