| His eyes, his nose, his fingers, his toes
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| His smile when he says please
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| And when he sneezes, his sneeze
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| His arms, chest, coat, vest
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| His everything is sweeter than sweet
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| I try and try but honest to Pete
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| I can’t stop talkin' about him
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| And talkin' about him and talkin' about him
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| I can’t stop talkin' about the man that I adore
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| I can’t stop talkin' about him
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| And talkin' about him and talkin' about him
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| I can’t stop talkin' about him and though I seem a bore
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| I can’t stop tellin' about him and yellin' about him
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| And tellin' about him
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| I can’t stop hollerin' over the moment that we met
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| He had a pinstriped whatd’yecallit
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| A beautiful smile, a barrel of money
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| I can’t stop talkin' about him yet
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| He kissed me a bell went «boing»
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| A whistle went «whoo»
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| A trapped door opened and I flipped right through
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| And now I can’t stop talkin' about him
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| And talkin' about him and talkin' about him
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| And if he was yours, well neither would you!
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| Stop talkin' about him and talkin' about him,
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| And talkin' about him and talkin' about him
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| Until your face turned blue
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| Talkin' about him and talkin' about him,
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| Talkin' about him and talkin' about him
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| The whole day through |