| Walks in the rain, talks in the dark
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| Old black and white movies, a day at the park
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| On a blanket on the ground on a Sunday afternoon
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| Hangin' with friends or off by ourselves
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| Drivin' around yard sale to yard sale
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| Droppin' by the county fair, winnin' you a bear poppin' balloons
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| If you’re lookin' for someone to do that with, here I am
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| Someone to be the other half of your plans
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| Don’t look any further than in my eyes
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| It you’re lookin' for that man, here I am
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| December nights all cuddled up
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| Warmed by the fire and sharin' a cup
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| Of hot cocoa laughin' at old photos
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| Spanish guitars, sand and the sea
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| A quiet little table just you and me
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| Sippin' margaritas in a little cantina in Old Mexico
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| If you’re lookin' for someone to do that with, here I am
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| Someone to be the other half of your plans
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| Don’t look any further than in my eyes
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| It you’re lookin' for that man, here I am
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| Talkin' 'bout life and talkin' 'bout babies
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| Talkin' bout us still in love when we’re eighty
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| If you’re lookin' for someone to do that with, here I am
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| Someone to be the other half of your plans
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| Don’t look any further than in my eyes
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| It you’re lookin' for that man, here I am
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| Here I am
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| Baby, here I am |