| I never was the kind to wear my feelings on my sleeve
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| But since I’ve met you, girl, there’s been a world of change in me
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| Well, I’ve got to say I love you — hope you like the sound of that
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| 'Cause I can’t keep it under this old hat
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| Under this old hat is the head you turned around
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| And the heart you stole away the day we met
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| Under this old hat’s two arms that long to hold you tight
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| And boots I’d walk the soles off of to be here by your side
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| And every night in my prayers there’s just one thing I ask
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| That the man you love will always be under this old hat
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| You’ve got me feeling things that I’ve never felt before
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| And it’s so good to know when I come a knocking at your door
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| That of all the men who’d love to waltz across your welcome mat
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| The one you want is under this old hat
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| Under this old hat is the head you turned around
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| And the heart you stole away the day we met
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| Under this old hat’s two arms that long to hold you tight
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| And boots I’d walk the soles off of to be here by your side
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| And every night in my prayers there’s just one thing I ask
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| That the man you love will always be under this old hat
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| That the man you love will always be under this old hat |