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You tickle between my toes, |
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It's easy when we're alone. |
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You comfort me while I suffer, |
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Always enough for you if I am there. |
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Messing around with you, |
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Like playing with cats and balls of wool. |
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You screw up your face with laughter, |
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Even if after things don't seem quite right. |
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Something's going on around you, |
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Makes the leaves on the side of the street skip and dance. |
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Kick your heels to make me feel good, |
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It's hard not to feel so shy. |
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When nothing you say sounds right. |
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Don't worry if I am boring, |
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It's only the yawns that make me feel that way. |
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It's not enough. |
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Don't leave now. |