| The sheets are warm and the ink is dry
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| The children are in their beds and the bin’s outside
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| The moon is out and the telly’s on
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| The refrigerator’s hummin', teasin' her to come
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| She pops the cork as it starts to rain
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| And she asks am I alone again
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| Is this a shot yes indeed it is
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| But if the act is at themselves
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| Give the girls a little tiny more of this
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| The match is off for us to go beside
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| There is a book to read that lends itself to such a night
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| He takes a peek he takes a peek
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| And he ask if this is a joke or just me
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| Is this a down and indeed it is
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| But if the parts they write themselves
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| Give the boys a little tiny piece of this
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| La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
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| Is this a down and indeed it is
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| Is this a down but of course it is
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| And if the story writes itself
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| The boys and girls get a piece of this |