| It’s gettin' late
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| The day’s at its end
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| My favorite time is right around the bend
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| It’s when the time comes to turn the lights down low
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| She pours the wine and I lock the door
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| She takes my hand like so many nights before
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| That’s when I know
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| Heaven’s waiting for me
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| She’s too good to be true
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| She blows my mind
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| She’s still the one who thrills me time after time
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| It’s unbelievable
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| The way she moves me
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| She’s so easy to love
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| So tender to hold
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| She touches me like no one I’ve ever known
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| The way she moves me
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| She’s too good to be true
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| The radio plays a melody
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| One designed especially for her and me
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| An ol' love song that we used to slow dance to
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| And when she says how happy she’s been
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| That old familiar feeling comes over me again
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| I count my blessings how lucky I am
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| She’s too good to be true
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| She blows my mind
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| She’s still the one who thrills me time after time
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| It’s unbelievable
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| The way she moves me
|
| She’s so easy to love
|
| So tender to hold
|
| She touches me like no one I’ve ever known
|
| The way she moves me
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| She’s too good to be true
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| The way she moves me
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| She’s too good to be true |