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Timmy's walking tall with his best laid plans |
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Taking Penny Lane to the sixth grade dance |
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And he's bringing flowers |
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He's looking pretty sharp in his dad's red tie |
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Gonna hold her hand if he's not too shy |
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He's bringing flowers |
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Don't every girl love flowers? |
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Looking 'round for Penny for the slow song at the end |
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And he found her looking pretty in the arms of his best friend |
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They were dancing in slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow ow mo |
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Slow ow ow mon, slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow ow mo |
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Jimmy's losing sleep 'cause he thinks it's time |
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Ever since he met her at the five 'n dime |
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He's been seeing Jenny |
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He's waiting for the moment when he makes his move |
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Had to plan it out 'cause he's not real smooth |
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But he holds her steady |
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Aint every boy born ready? |
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Standing on the front porch; he's about to be the man |
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I swear he had it 'til her mom pulled up in the mini van up the driveway in |
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Slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo |
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Slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo |
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Like a car crash at the race |
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A pie right to the face |
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Falling down the stairs |
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Finding out that she cares |
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Don't it last forever when you never saw it coming at all? |
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You better take a chair and prepare for the wrecking ball, coming at you in |
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Slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo |
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Slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo, slow ow ow mo |
