| Sometimes she’s the wicked witch
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| And then a little girl, and then a pretty fridge
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| And I love her so, I’m fool enough
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| What do you know about love
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| She’s got a flat of her own and a little car, too
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| She’s got sharp fingernails and plastic shoes
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| And I love her so, I’m fool enough
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| What do you know about love
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| I LONG FOR YOU
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| Another drink, and another fight
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| See all that anger in her flooded eyes
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| And I love her so, I’m fool enough
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| What do you know about love
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| I LONG FOR YOU
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| A smack on her cheek and a kick in my groin
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| She brusts into laughter, now everything’s fine
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| And I love her so, I’m fool enough
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| What do you know about love
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| I LONG FOR YOU |