| I want a man who will call me baby
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| In the light of day and in the dark of night
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| When the stars shine for the taking
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| The kind of love, kind of love
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| That’s worth the wait
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| The petals fall year after year as time goes on
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| And we will search in vain and in fear for the comfort of
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| That fairytale alchemist who makes our weakness strong
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| And we mistake this fantasy for love
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| But I don’t need a man
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| Who doesn’t understand
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| The difference separating need and trust
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| ‘Cause I want a man who will call me baby
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| In the light of day and in the dark of night
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| When the stars shine for the taking
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| And my good is his and his good is mine
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| Is a heart of love that never fades
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| His a courage far too rare these days
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| It’s the kind of love, kind of love worth the wait
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| You don’t have to be hopeless To be hopeless romantic
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| Desperation only intervenes
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| In giving we receive
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| Beyond what we believe
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| Love will come
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| Will you be ready?
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| Will you be ready for a man who will call you baby
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| In the light of day and in the dark of night
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| When the stars shine for the taking
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| My good is his and his good is mine
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| Is a heart of love that never fades
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| His a courage far too rare these days
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| It’s the kind of love, kind of love
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| Worth the wait
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| Worth the wait
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| (It's worth the wait; it’s worth the wait) |