| I woke up this mornin',
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| Peaked out my door:
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| It was rainin', cold an’grey.
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| It’s my one day off: I was gonna play golf.
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| There goes the plans that I made.
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| Oh, but you won’t hear me complain.
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| An’oh, what a perfect day for lovin’you.
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| When you’re in my arms, I’ve got sunshine,
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| An’the sky’s always blue.
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| Couldn’t ask for better weather,
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| To do what I do:
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| Oh, what a perfect day for lovin’you.
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| Instrumental break.
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| So let’s go grab a blanket,
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| An’a hot cup of coffee,
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| And sit out on the front porch and swing.
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| That look in your eyes is what’s on my mind:
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| We don’t have to say anything.
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| Let’s just listen to that old tin roof sing.
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| An’oh, what a perfect day for lovin’you.
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| When you’re in my arms, I’ve got sunshine,
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| An’the sky’s always blue.
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| Couldn’t ask for better weather,
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| To do what I do:
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| Oh, what a perfect day for lovin’you.
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| Oh, what a perfect day for lovin’you.
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| For lovin’you. |