| She’s got just a touch of grey and her hair
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| and that’s ok, she knows that I don’t care
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| The little lines around her eyes
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| She don’t need to disguise
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| In her heart she’s by the ocean
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| the sun on her face
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| or going down the road less traveled
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| at her own pace
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| She’s a natural in everything she does
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| she don’t have to try to win my love
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| I go easy when she calls
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| She knows how to please me
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| after all, she’s a natural
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| When I really need her touch
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| when this old world is just too much
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| Well I don’t have to say a word
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| Because her heart is already heard
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| But it must be second nature
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| the way she knows
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| she takes my hand and then she turns
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| the light down low
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| She’s a natural in everything she does
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| she don’t have to try to win my love
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| I go easy when she calls
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| She knows how to please me
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| after all, she’s a natural |