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Some ladies are foolish |
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Some ladies are gay |
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Some ladies are comely |
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Some live while they may |
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My lady's a wild flying dove |
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My lady is wine |
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She whispers each evening |
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She's mine, mine, mine |
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She likes pretty pictures |
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She loves singing birds |
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She'll watch them for hours |
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But I see only her |
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My lady's a wild flying dove |
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My lady is wine |
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She whispers each evening |
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She's mine, mine, mine |
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She tells me she's learning |
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How full her cup can be |
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She asks me to help her |
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But I know, she's teaching me |
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My lady's a wild flying dove |
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My lady is wine |
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She whispers each evening |
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She's mine, mine, mine |
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My lady's a wild flying dove |
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My lady is wine |
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She whispers each evening |
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She's mine, mine, mine |
