| If I were you
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| And I wish that I were you
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| All the things I’d do
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| To make myself turn blue
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| I suppose,
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| I’d start by removing all my clothes
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| Tie my panty hose around my neck
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| Chorus:
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| I’ll be that girl
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| And you would be right over
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| If I were a field, you would be in clover.
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| If I were the sun, you would be in shadow.
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| If I had a gun, there’d be no tomorrow.
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| If you will not have me as myself
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| Perhaps there’s someone else.
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| Perhaps there’s you.
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| I’ll be worth noticing.
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| Then even you wouldn’t resist
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| The magic of a kiss from such is me.
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| (Chorus)
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| It’s time to kick off your shoes.
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| Let out all your sadness.
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| It’s time to throw off those chains,
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| Out all our brains with madness
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| Because we’ve got plenty of time to grow old and die
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| But when your flashing beauty’s faded.
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| You’ll be glad that I have waited for you.
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| When your done with being beautiful and young.
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| When that course has run.
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| Then come to me.
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| I’ll be that girl.
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| You would be right over.
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| If I were a field, you would be in clover.
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| If I were the sun, you would be in shadow.
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| If I had a gun, there’d be no tomorrow.
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| There’d be no tomorrow.
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| There’d be no tomorrow.
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| There’d be no tomorrow. |