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I wanna get married |
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yes, I need a spouse |
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I want a nice Leave it to Beaverish |
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golden retriever and a little white house |
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I wanna get married |
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I need to cook meals |
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I wanna pack you cute little lunches |
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for my Brady bunches |
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then read Danielle Steele |
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I wanna escape |
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this rat race I've created |
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I'm feelin' enervated |
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I don't care if I make it |
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I just want to bake a sugar cake for you |
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to take to work in the morn |
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and I'll stay home cleaning the dishes |
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and keeping your wishes all warm |
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I wanna get married |
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that's why I was born |
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I wanna partake in bake sales for the classroom |
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I wanna hear the sweet tune |
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of Sally's little vroom-vroom |
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as she zooms around my broom |
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as I exhume the gloom |
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of my shallow life |
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I wanna be simple and honest and dimpled |
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'cause I am your wife |
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I will never tarry |
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I'm not even torn |
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I wanna get married |
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that's why I was born |
