| though your books have made you
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| i’ll make a bet you’ll forget them,
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| when a man claims your heart, dear.
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| though you dream of fame and glory,
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| vm there is no fame you can name dear,
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| to compare with love’s story.
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| all of the greatest sages
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| through the ages,
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| wouldn’t teach you.
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| what you will soon discover,
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| in the arms of a lover.
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| co-ed, oh oh,
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| co-ed, oh oh,
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| though for stars you may be yearning
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| one of these days you’ll be learning
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| you’re a woman,
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| has a heart, that is made for love.
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| all of the greatest sages,
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| through the ages,
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| wouldn’t teach you.
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| what you will soon discover,
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| in the arms of a lover.
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| oh, co-ed, oh oh,
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| co-ed, oh oh,
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| though for stars you may be yearning
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| one of these days you’ll be learning
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| you’re a woman,
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| has a heart, that is made for love.
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| lovely co-ed, lovely co-ed. |