| Buckets of rain
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| Buckets of tears
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| Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears.
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| Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
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| I got all the love, honey baby,
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| You can stand.
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| I been meek
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| And hard like an oak
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| I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
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| Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,
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| If you want me, honey baby,
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| I’ll be here.
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| Like your smile
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| And your fingertips
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| Like the way that you move your lips.
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| I like the cool way you look at me,
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| Everything about you is bringing me Misery.
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| Little red wagon
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| Little red bike
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| I ain’t no monkey but i know what i like.
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| I like the way you love me strong and slow,
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| I’m takin' you with me, honey baby,
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| When i go.
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| Life is sad
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| Life is a bust
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| All ya can do is do what you must.
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| You do what you must do and ya do it well,
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| I’ll do it for you, honey baby, |