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Listen girl I might |
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If you ask me very nice |
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I just might tell you the truth |
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Because you give me love and I like it |
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And charming as you might be |
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Listen girl you like it to |
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All of the corner kids |
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They're looking for joy |
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Dreaming of playgrounds and toys |
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Well they're dreaming no more |
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'Cause they've been there before |
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And now they just sit and absorb |
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Like when I couldn't get out of bed |
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Oh I could hardly walk |
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But I come here to muse |
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I come here to talk |
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To say listen girl ... |
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And the fluids |
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That hold me in my mind |
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A candle in the way |
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To falling back in time |
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And beer |
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The wilful little tout |
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That brightens up my nights |
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But hoodoo when I'm awake |
