| I’ll tell you what there is plenty wrong with me But I fixed up a few old buildings and I planted a few trees
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| And children seem to like me and animals too
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| Like the birds and the bees
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| And eating a sandwich standing over the kitchen counter
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| With only the sound of chewing in the room
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| I can see you as a challenge that I will eagerly meet
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| 'Cause you are way, way, way, way sweet
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| And it’s just that kind of evening that cracks open like a half shaken beer
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| Cool and refreshing and running down your arm
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| And baby there’s really no other place I’d rather be than here
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| Pardon my periodic alarm
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| You are ever true, ever new in love
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| And I mean that in the best and worst way
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| And I don’t really know what I was so mad about
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| But the full moon is about a week away
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| And I’ll tell you what there is plenty wrong with you
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| Stuff you’d sooner fight for than cop to But I think it’s just more reason why we are meant to be People say that I look like you and you look like me We get this crazy combination of everything and nothing right
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| But we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight
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| Yeah, we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight
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| Yeah, we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight |