| I don’t know how to tell her
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| That I didn’t get that raise in pay today.
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| And I know how much she wanted the dress
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| In Baker’s window, and it breaks my heart
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| To see her have to wait…
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| And cancel all her plans she made to celebrate.
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| But I can count on her to take it With a smile and not a frown.
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| She knows that life
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| Has its little ups and downs,
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| Like Ponies on a merry-go-round.
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| And no one plants the grass green every time,
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| But she don’t mind.
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| She wears a gold ring on her finger,
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| And it’s mine.
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| The new house plans we’ve had so long,
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| I guess will gather dust another year.
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| And the daffodils are blooming
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| that she planted way last fall
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| Upon the hill, and over by the gate.
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| And Lord knows I hate to say again we’ll have to wait.
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| But you can bet that she’ll just take it With a smile and not a frown.
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| She knows that life has its little ups and downs,
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| Like Ponies on a merry-go-round.
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| And no one plants the grass green every time,
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| But she don’t mind.
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| She wears a gold ring on her finger,
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| And I’m so glad that it’s mine!
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| She wears a gold ring on her finger,
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| And I’m so glad that it’s mine! |