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I'm not a thin, not a wing, not a finger |
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you're not a take, not my fake, maybe later we will |
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see if we can be alone and be together |
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all at the same time |
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I can't sing, I can't dance Fred Astaire and Ginger |
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I'm not a tod, not a log, not a frog, no |
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You're not a drug, not a pill, not a strill to me |
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you seem to be the one for me |
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but I can't tell what you want me to be |
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I can cook, I can clean half a roll in your train |
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wouldn't it be so nice if you were me? |
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trying to sing my song without a key? |
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wouldn't it be so nice if I were you? |
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telling me I can try to sing it too |
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I'm not a face, not a trace, not a place |
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you're not a game, not the same, I can tell you one to |
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be to me the one who sees the real me |
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but who is that you see? |
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not a clown specializing in falling down |
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I'm not a thin, not a wing, not a finger |
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you're not a take, not my fake, maybe later |
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we will see if we can be alone and be together |
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all at the same time |
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I can't sing, I can't dance Fred Astaire and Ginger |
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wouldn't it be so nice if you were me? |
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trying to sing my song without a key? |
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wouldn't it be so nice if I were you? |
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telling me I can try to sing it too |
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i'm not a fish, not a dish, not a wish, no |
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you're not a pie in the sky, in the sky... |
