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I met her sunday, that was yesterday |
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The girl i knew from 1990 |
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Her eyes are hazel, her name is mable |
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I kissed her once and now i'm able to |
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Walk a mile, crack a smile |
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She makes me want to kiss all the |
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Chorus |
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Babies, hug the puppy dogs |
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She makes me feel like a mom |
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Smell the flowers and plant a tree |
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I gotta say that mable -- she's the bomb |
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Now it's monday, better than sunday |
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Mable told me that she would stay |
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Her curly hair shines in her eyes |
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Boy that mable sure is fine |
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I'm with her now until i die |
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She makes me want to kiss all the |
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Chorus |
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Then on tuesday, mable left me |
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I heard she's goin' out with charlie |
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She saw his package from what i know she said: |
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"that looks like a tube of cookie dough!" |
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Mine, she said then, looks like a small |
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Pencil with broken lead |
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Rabies got the puppy dogs |
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And now i really need my mom |
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I bought her flowers, so woe'st me |
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It sucks i still think mable -- she's the bomb |
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Rabies got the puppy dogs |
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And now i really need my mom |
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I bought her flowers, so woe is me |
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It sucks i still think mable -- she's the bomb |
