| I like the dimple in your chin
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| I like the tricky way you grin
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| Still you ain’t no kind of cat
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| (You know why don’t you?)
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| Doggone woman, your socks don’t match!
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| Your teeth have that pearly white
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| Your lips are sweet, and they pucker right
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| You’re the kind to lift my latch
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| But doggone baby your socks don’t match
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| The shoes you wear, oh they reveal your hose
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| Seems they’ve both of em are different hues
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| It seem to be strangers baby
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| Why don’t you amalgamate and get them things together
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| I think you should introduce it to yes you gotta do them kind of things
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| You got the eyes, yes they’re lovely blue
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| You’re gotta find a pug nose, I’ll go for that too
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| Though you’re the best of all, yes you’ve the finest of all the batch,
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| women forget it, skip it
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| Your socks don’t match
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| No no your socks don’t match |