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She was Boston, I was Vegas |
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She was crepe suzette, I was pie |
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She was lectures, I was movies |
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But I loved her |
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She was Mozart, I was Macy |
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She was afternoon tea, I was saloon |
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She was Junior League, I was Dodgers |
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But I loved her morning, night and noon |
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Opposites attract, the wise men claim |
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Still I wish that we had been a little more the same |
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It might have been a shoot out war |
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If we had know each other more |
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She was polo, I was race track |
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She was museum, I was G.P. |
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She did her best to change me |
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Though she never never knew quite how |
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But I loved her, almost as much as I do now |
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She was Wall Street, I was pawn shop |
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She was French champagne, I was beer |
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She knew much more that I did |
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But there was one thing she didn't know |
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That I loved her, 'cause I never never told her so |
