| Ooh, this is heaven
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| Believe me it’s heaven
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| Oh, it’s heaven
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| First let me explain that I’m glad how things worked out
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| For once I feel security and I know what I’m all about
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| I can’t get enough babe, can’t get enough
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| I can’t get enough of you, can’t get enough
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| Of all the girls I’ve had before there’s none that can compare
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| A lot of them have been real wonderful but I’ve never, ever been so near
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| If I want to describe you
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| The only book I can turn to
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| Is the songs of Solomon
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| Cause in it’s pages is where you belong
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| You’re the sweet rose of Sharon
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| Lillie’s of my fairy valley
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| You’re the Rock of Gibraltar
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| The stormy morning after
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| Hey baby let’s sail on, sail on
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| In a little bitty love boat
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| Let’s row on row on
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| In a little bitty love boat
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| First let me explain that I am glad how things worked out
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| For once I feel security and I know what I’m all about
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| I can’t get enough baby
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| Ooh, this is heaven, believe me it’s heaven
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| If I wanna describe you, the only book I can turn to
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| Is the songs of Solomon, cause in it’s pages is where
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| You belong, you’re the essence of cinnamon
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| Smooth as olive oil, crisp as my breakfast cereal
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| Home, sweet home material |