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I met her Sunday, that was yesterday |
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The girl I knew from 1990 |
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Her eyes are hazel, her name is Mable |
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I kissed her once and now I'm able to |
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Walk a mile, crack a smile |
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She makes me want to kiss all the |
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Babies, hug the puppy dogs |
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She makes me feel like a mom |
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Smell the flowers and plant a tree |
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I gotta say that Mable, she's the bomb |
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Now it's Monday, better than Sunday |
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Mable told me that she would stay |
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Her curly hair shines in her eyes |
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Boy that Mable sure is fine |
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I'm with her now until' I die |
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She makes me want to kiss all the |
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Babies, hug the puppy dogs |
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She makes me feel like a mom |
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Smell the flowers and plant a tree |
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I gotta say that Mable, she's the bomb |
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Then on Tuesday, Mable left me |
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I heard she's goin' out with Charlie |
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She saw his package from what I know she said |
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"That looks like a tube of cookie dough" |
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Mine, she said then, looks like a small |
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Pencil with broken lead |
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Rabies got the puppy dogs |
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So now I really need my mom |
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I bought her flowers, so woe is me |
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It sucks I still think Mable, she's the bomb |
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Rabies got the puppy dogs |
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And now I really need my mom |
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I bought her flowers, so woe is me |
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It sucks I still think Mable, she's the bomb |
