| Baby baby baby baby baby
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| How can you tell about me?
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| And you can’t tell the depth of a well
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| By the length of the handle on the pump
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| Baby, how can you tell about me?
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| And you can’t tell the sound of the bell
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| By the length of the steeple on the hill
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| Baby, how can you tell about me?
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| You know you can’t judge a book by it’s cover
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| That’s how it is with me, I’m an undercover lover
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| Give me a chance and you’ll see
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| And you can’t tell the depth of a well
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| By the length of the handle on the pump
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| Baby, how can you tell about me?
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| Now you can’t tell a bottle by the label
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| That’s how it is with me
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| Some folks call me label, give me a chance and you will see
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| And you can’t tell the depth of a well
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| By the length of the handle on the pump
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| Baby, how can you tell about me?
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| Baby baby baby baby baby
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| How can you tell about me? |