| She is young, and oh! |
| So pretty,
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| With a twinkle in her eye
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| And just the kind of features
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| To make a young man sigh.
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| She is sweet and she is sunny,
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| Just like a morn in May,
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| She’s just the kind of creature
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| Who could steal your heart away.
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| But she’s not the one that’s meant for me,
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| The one that Heaven sent for me.
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| I know, although I haven’t found her yet,
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| She’s not the one, she’s not the one.
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| She’s not the one that I’ll care for,
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| The one I’ll always be there for.
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| Don’t ask the why or the wherefore
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| I know…
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| She’s not the one. |
| She’s not the one.
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| (Final) Don’t ask the why or the wherefore
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| I know…
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| She’s not the one. |
| She’s not the one for me.
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| Can her smile light up the morning?
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| Can her laughter lift the night?
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| Can she hold you when you’re troubled
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| And make everything alright?
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| Can she fill each waking moment?
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| Who knows? |
| Perhaps she can.
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| And yes, I realize
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| She’d be a prize for any man. |