| Nothing You can do or say
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| After the fact
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| Even with experience
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| Which I don’t lack
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| I’m like a little lamb
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| That I can’t find my way home
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| Read about it talked about it
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| Even asked
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| Wanted it to happen
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| And now it has
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| I’m a little lamb
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| That I can’t find my way home
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| Samson and Delilah
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| Even beauty and the beast
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| Have about as much in common
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| As chalk to cheese
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| Yet it didn’t seem to matter
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| All that they were really after
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| Is this thing I am in
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| Why in spite of warning voices which I heed
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| Why instead a suit of armour I don’t need
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| I’m like a little lamb
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| That can’t find my way home
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| I don’t understand it
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| It’s impossible to say
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| I’ve been out with girls before
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| But never felt this way
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| Where do I go for advice
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| A lamb with wool over his eyes
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| Sitting here
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| Full of hear
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| They say that all in love is fair
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| I don’t agree
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| Here am I in love and look what
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| It’s done to me
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| For like a little lamb
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| That can find my way |