| She, she really loves simple things
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| Can’t afford no diamond rings
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| And wouldn’t wear 'em if she could
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| She, she hits me like a cool summer rain
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| Then she’s gone on the wind
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| I can hear her whisper in the wood
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| I can hear the ocean when I look into her eyes
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| My heart is swept away like a paper boat on the tide
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| I’m destined to run aground with her by my side
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| Together we’ll wake up to a watercolor sunrise
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| She, she’s been running in the rain
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| She’s like whiskey on my brain
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| She makes me feel so high
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| She, she’s got holes in her stockings
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| Now she’s up and unlocking the door for me
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| No one really knows where she’s from
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| She comes and she goes
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| Like a watercolor bleeds and runs away
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| What am I afraid of?
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| Here she comes
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| She, she really loves simple things
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| Can’t afford no diamond rings
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| And wouldn’t wear 'em if she could
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| She, she’s got holes in her stockings
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| Now she’s on the back porch rocking the baby to sleep |