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I know a girl whose head is in a twirl |
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She has her own lovely little world |
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And cause she likes me I get to look inside |
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And when I do the things that I see |
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Like trips to Spain and houses in the trees |
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Makes me wish that my mind was just as free |
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So baby, I know it's fun to play |
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And let your thoughts drift away |
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Dreamer, that's what you are |
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Schemer, you've run a little too far |
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You say you love Beethoven before we made him a star |
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Dreamer, it's been much too long |
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Schemer, since he came along |
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There's no sense in wishing that Beethoven would write you a song |
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So baby, I know it's fun to play |
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And let your thoughts drift away |
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I know a girl, whose head is in a twirl |
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She has her own lovely little world |
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And 'cause she likes me I get to look inside |
