| There’s something sweet
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| And almost kind
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| But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
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| And now he’s dear
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| And so I’m sure
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| I wonder why I didn’t see it there before
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| She glanced this way
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| I thought I saw
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| And when we touched she didn’t shudder at my paw
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| No it can’t be
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| I’ll just ignore
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| But then she’s never looked at me that way before
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| New and a bit alarming
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| Who’d have ever thought that this could be?
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| True that he’s no Prince Charming
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| But there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see
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| Well, who’d have thought?
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| Well, bless my soul
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| Well, who’d have known?
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| Well, who indeed?
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| And who’d have guessed they’d come together on their own?
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| It’s so peculiar. |
| Wait and see
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| We’ll wait and see
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| A few days more
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| There may be something there that wasn’t there before
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| 'Ere, perhaps there’s something there
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| That wasn’t there before
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| There may be something there that wasn’t there before |