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Out of the tree of life |
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I just picked me a plum |
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You came along and |
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Everything's starting to hum |
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Still, it's a real good bet |
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The best is yet to come |
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The best is yet to come |
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And, babe, won't it be fine? |
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You think you've seen the sun |
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But you ain't seen it shine |
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Wait til the warm-up's under way |
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Wait til our lips have met |
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Wait til you see that sunshine day |
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You ain't seen nothin' yet! |
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The best is yet to come |
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And babe, won't it be fine? |
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The best is yet to come |
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Come the day you're mine |
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I'm gonna teach you to fly |
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We've only tasted the wine |
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We're gonna drain the cup dry |
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Wait til your charms are ripe |
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For these arms to surround |
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You think you've flown before |
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But you ain't left the ground |
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Wait til you're locked in my embrace |
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Wait til draw you near |
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Wait til you see that sunshine place |
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Ain't nothing like it here! |
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The best is yet to come |
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And, babe, won't it be fine |
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The best is yet to come |
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Come the day you're mine. |