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Baby, everything is alright |
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Uptight, out of sight |
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Baby, everything is alright |
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Uptight, out of sight |
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I'm a poor man's son from across the railroad tracks |
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The only shirt I own is hangin' on my back |
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But I'm the envy of every single guy |
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Since I'm the apple of my girl's eye |
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When we go out stepping on the town for a while |
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My money's low and my suit's out of style |
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But it's alright if my clothes aren't new |
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Out of sight because my heart is true |
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She says, baby everything is alright |
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Uptight, out of sight |
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Baby, everything is alright |
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Uptight, clean out of sight |
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She's a pearl of a girl |
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I guess that's what you might say |
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I guess her folks brought her up that way |
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The right side of the tracks |
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She was born and raised |
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In a great big old house |
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Full of butlers and maids |
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She says no one is better than I |
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I know I'm just an average guy |
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No football hero or smooth Don Juan |
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Got empty pockets, you see I'm a poor man's son |
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Can't give her things that all the money can buy |
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But I'll never, never, never make my baby cry |
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'Cause it's alright, what I can't do |
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Out of sight because my heart is true |
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She says, baby everything is alright |
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Uptight, clean out of sight |
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Baby, everything is alright |
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Uptight, clean out of sight |
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Baby, everything is alright |
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Uptight, yeah, yeah |
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Baby, everything is alright |
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Uptight, clean out of sight |
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Baby, everything is alright |
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Uptight, clean out of sight |
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Baby, everything is alright |
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Uptight |
