| You tell me that you love me
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| You really come on strong;
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| You’re the same with everybody
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| And you think that’s nothin' wrong!
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| You must be in your glory
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| Whenever we’re apart
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| I’ve checked up on your story;
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| Your eyes are bigger than your heart!
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| You tell me I’m your baby
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| That you dig me the most
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| But what about the babies
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| That you have from coast to coast?
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| Don’t tell me you’re sorry
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| You don’t have the style!
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| I’ve read you and your story
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| Your eyes are bigger than your heart!
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| My eyes for you are bulgin'
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| I can’t fight every gal in town!
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| So there’ll be no more indulgin'
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| I’ve just got to put you down!
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| I’m so sorry, bsby
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| But you’ve upset my apple cart;
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| I just can’t get your story
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| Your eyes, (scat), are bigger than your heart! |