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Almost Eighteen a lot of sugar and lace |
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Almost Eighteen with an angel face |
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She says I'm her kind of guy |
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And if I leave her she'll die uh uh |
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I'll flip upside down and all the way around |
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I'm acting like a clown because I think I've found |
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The cream of the crop, I know I'll never stop |
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Full Skirt, dont flirt, ballerina shoes |
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Pin slips, two lips that never sing the blues |
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Almost eighteen, a ribbon in her hair |
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Almost eighteen, my baby's young and fair |
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Oh-oh, I'll never let her go |
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Because, oh I love her so, oh-oh |
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She's gonna have her birthday then we'll run away |
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We're gonna find a preacher, let him be the teacher |
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Gonna Honeymoon all through the month of June |
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Darlin' we'll have time until we're ninety nine, yeah yeah |
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Wedding bells gonna ring, we're gonna be together |
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I love her, she loves me, our love'll live forever |
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Almost eighteen, she's a swingin' queen |
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Almost eighteen, oh what a lovely dream |
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Until the end of time |
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My baby's mine, all mine, uh-uh |
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Almost Eighteen |
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Almost Eighteen |
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Almost Eighteen |
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Almost Eighteen |
