| If you think candy’s sweet
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| There’s a girl you ought to meet
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| Sugar drips from her lips
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| When she sighs
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| But the love light that lies
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| Within my baby’s eyes
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| How it lies, how it lies
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| How it lies
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| She has style, she has charms
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| And a pair of loving arms
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| That I’m dying
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| To try on for size
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| But the love light that lies
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| Within my baby’s eyes
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| How it lies, how it lies
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| How it lies
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| Oh, her name tops the list of every florist
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| Her beaus stand ten deep in line
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| With all of the trees in the forest
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| Why should I be the only clinging vine?
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| Oh, there’s heartbreak in store
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| Where the one that you adore
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| Is a devil
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| In the angel disguise
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| But the love light that lies
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| Is the love light that dies
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| How it lies, how it lies
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| How it lies |