| Girl: Someday my love will come along
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| The one and only one for me
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| He’ll be charming, Strong, and 6 foot 2
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| Well, Maybe even 6 foot 3
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| I know what he’ll look like
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| He will be some storybook like
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| And he’ll fill a cozy look like I would want him to
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| But much to my regret, we have never met as yet
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| I know what he’ll look like
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| He will babble on so brook like
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| And for him I’ll try to cook like mother taught me too
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| But much to my regret, My heart is just an apple cart
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| That’s waiting to be upset, for we have never met as yet
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| Yes I’ll know him when I see him
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| And I’d fall in no time flat
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| And I’m sure that when it happens
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| It will happen just like that
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| I know what she’ll be like
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| Sort of warm and vanity like
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| And she’ll fall in love with me like I would want her to
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| But much to my regret, we have never met as yet
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| I know what she’ll sigh like
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| Just the kind of sigh that I like
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| She won’t cry like and won’t lie like other girls I knew
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| Both: But much to my regret, My heart is just an apple cart thats waiting to be
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| upset, for we have never met
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| Girl: why don’t you get your brakes relined
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| Boy: Lady driver, Yes I’ll know her when I see her
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| and she won’t act so high hat
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| Girl: And i’m sure that when it happens, It’ll happen
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| But not with that! |