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If I remember right her name was Betty |
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We were gradutatin' seniors, goin' steady |
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I was hesitant to wed, but she was ready |
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For holy matrimony 'til one night walkin' home |
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She stopped off at the Strike And Spare Diner |
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And lost her heart to a transfer-truck driver |
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They had a rollin' honeymoon to Carolina |
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I spent the whole summer cussin' them |
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But lookin' back it must've been |
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Divine intervention that got her attention |
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It wasn't superstition or woman's intuition |
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I've ruled out random chance |
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Destiny or circumstance |
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Biology, astrology, it wasn't numerology |
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Karma, Zeus or Zen blowin' in the wind |
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The only ying-yang, galdang thing it coulda been |
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Was divine intervention, divine intervention |
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After six or seven years of near misses |
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Empty promises and half-hearted kisses |
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I met up lip to lip with my misses |
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She was walkin' through the park |
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I said, "Lord, there goes my heart" |
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Divine intervention that got her attention |
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It wasn't superstition or woman's intuition |
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I've ruled out random chance |
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Destiny or circumstance |
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Biology, astrology, it wasn't numerology |
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Karma, Zeus or Zen blowin' in the wind |
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The only ying-yang, galdang thing it coulda been |
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Was divine intervention, divine intervention |
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Divine intervention that got her attention |
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It wasn't superstition or woman's intuition |
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I've ruled out random chance |
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Destiny or circumstance |
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Biology, astrology, it wasn't numerology |
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Karma, Zeus or zen blowin' in the wind |
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The only ying-yang, galdang thing it coulda been |
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Was divine intervention, divine intervention |
