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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, walkin' by my side |
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Her lovely locomotion keeps my eyes open wide |
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Poetry in motion, see her gentle sway |
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A wave out on the ocean 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, dancing close to me |
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A flower of devotion a-swaying gracefully |
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Oh, a-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Whoa |
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Poetry in motion, see her gentle sway |
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A wave out on the ocean 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, all that I adore |
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No number nine love potion could make me love her more |
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Oh, a-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
