| Oh love
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| Love
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| Love
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| Little bit more, little bit more
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| And she loves me the same
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| Yes, she loves me the same
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| 'Cause my love, it’s her love
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| And her love is my love
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| Yes, she gives me loving at the right time
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| Day time, night time
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| Yes, she give me loving at the right time
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| Little bit more, just a little bit more
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| And she loves me the same
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| Every guy finds her on the street they say she’s sweet
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| Oh, my baby, can I throw some flowers at your feet?
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| She’s young, fresh and green
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| And I like how she round at the seam
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| She’s young, fresh and green
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| And I like how she round at the seam
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| Little bit more, just a little bit more
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| And she loves me the same
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| Yes, she wants me, whoa, oh, whoa
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| She wants me, she wants me
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| Little bit more, just a little bit more
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| And she loves me the same
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| 'Cause she’s young, fresh and green
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| And I like how she round at the seam
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| Young, fresh and green
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| And I like how she round at the seam
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| Hands off, she’s mine, mine oh mine
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| Hands off, she’s mine
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| Hands off, she’s mine, mine oh mine
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| Hands off, she’s mine
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| Little bit more, just a little bit more
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| And she loves me the same
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| 'Cause my love is her love
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| And her love is my love
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| Yes, she gives me loving at the right time
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| Summer time and winter time
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| Yes, she give me loving at the right time
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| Little bit more, just a little bit more
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| Everyday I love her just a little bit more
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| And she loves me the same
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| Oh love
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| Love
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| Oh love, love
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| Everyday she tell me that she wants me some more
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| Want me some more, she want me some more
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| Everyday she tell me that she want me some more
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| And I want her the same
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| Oh love
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| Love
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| She give me love that grows and grows
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| Every time she walks the street
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| I stumble, umble, umble at her feet
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| I say, «Whoa baby, you look so sweet
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| You look like something can eat»
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| She’s young, fresh and green
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| And I like how she green at the seam
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| Young, fresh and green
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| And I like how she green at the seam
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| Oh love
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| Love
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| Love |