| Though you’re past your baby days
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| Still you’ve got those baby ways
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| You’re as bashful every time
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| When I’m with you
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| Though you’re fond of me you say
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| Still you keep me far away
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| Oh why can’t we love
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| Just like other sweethearts do?
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| What have we got lips for
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| What have we got arms for
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| Why do we have stars above?
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| Oh you know, I know
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| Everything’s made for love!
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| What do we got eyes for
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| What we sigh sigh for
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| Why do we say «lovey dove?»
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| Oh you know, I know
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| Everything’s made for love!
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| What is the dark for?
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| What is the park for?
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| Why are shady lanes
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| Why is a cozy corner so rosey
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| Every time it rains?
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| What have I got you for?
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| What do you got me for?
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| What are we both thinking of?
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| Oh you know, I know
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| Everything’s made for love!
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| And why do we have preachers?
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| Why do we have teachers?
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| Why do we have weddings too?
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| Oh you know, I know
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| Everything’s made for love!
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| Now what is a gold band for?
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| And what is the best man for?
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| And why do we all say «I do?»
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| Oh you know, I know
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| Everything’s made for love!
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| What do men slave for?
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| What do they save for?
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| And when cupid calls
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| Why do we go and spend all of our dough?
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| To see Niagara Falls
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| Why we keep crying?
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| Why we keep sighing?
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| Why do we say «dovey dove?»
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| Oh you know, I know
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| Everything’s made for love! |