| She’s gotta body like a hundred dollar bill
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| Soft as satin, smooth as silk
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| And to top all that, she’s got a heart to match
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| I could do a lot worse I know
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| I’d be a damn fool to let her go
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| Shouldn’t be a doubt
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| Still here I am
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| Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence
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| Trying to play it cool, trying to talk some sense
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| Into this crazy heart, looking for a sign
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| Do I let her go or do I make her mine
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| While there’s still a chance
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| Sitting on a stool, sitting' on the fence
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| Guess I should probably settle up and head for the door
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| Maybe I’ll just stay and have one more
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| To calm my nerves
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| One more can’t hurt
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| Truth is I don’t know what she sees in me
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| She says, I’m all she’ll ever want or need
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| On Gond’s green earth, but one more can’t hurt
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| Do I run to her and tell her she’s the one
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| Or do I do just like I’ve always done
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| Sitting on a stool, sitting' on the fence
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| Trying to play it cool, trying to talk some sense
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| Into this crazy, mixed-up heart of mine
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| Do I let her go or do I make her mine
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| While there’s still a chance
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| Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence
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| Sitting on a stool, sitting on the fence |