| When I see my baby
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| What do I see
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| Poetry
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| Poetry in motion
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| Poetry in motion
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| Walkin' by my side
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| Her lovely locomotion
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| Keeps my eyes open wide
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| Poetry in motion
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| See her gentle sway
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| A wave out on the ocean
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| Could never move that way
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| I love every movement
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| And there’s nothing I would change
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| She doesn’t need improvement
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| She’s much too nice to rearrange
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| Poetry in motion
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| Dancing close to me
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| A flower of devotion
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| A swaying gracefully
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| Whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Whooooooooa
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| Poetry in motion
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| See her gentle sway
|
| A wave out on the ocean
|
| Could never move that way
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| I love every movement
|
| There’s nothing I would change
|
| She doesn’t need improvement
|
| She’s much too nice to rearrange
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| Poetry in motion
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| All that I adore
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| No number-nine love potion
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| Could make me love her more
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| Whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |