| She made me look mild
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| She was kinda wild
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| Nobody had to rescue her
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| Always in the right
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| Always dynamite
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| And like a cat she sure could purr
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| She could scream the house down
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| She could make me run 'round
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| But I was laughing every day
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| 'Cause whatever her game
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| She had put to shame
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| Anyone who’d come my way
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| Mmm
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| There ain’t nothing to talk about baby
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| That ain’t no big fish to fry
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| I had you and you had me
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| No need to ask our selves why
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| No
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| There ain’t nothing to talk about baby
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| That ain’t no big fish to fry
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| I had you and you had me
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| No need to ask our selves why
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| What’s it all about
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| When the fire burns out
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| And the magnet breaks in two
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| Should you hold the pieces in your hand
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| And try to fix 'em back with glue
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| Or should you let 'em drop
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| Don’t try to stop
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| The that no one sees
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| Like a broken lace upon my shoe
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| Or two leaves falling off a tree
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| Oohm
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| There ain’t nothing to talk about baby
|
| That ain’t no big fish to fry
|
| I had you and you had me
|
| No need to ask our selves why
|
| No
|
| There ain’t nothing to talk about baby
|
| That ain’t no big fish to fry
|
| I had you and you had me
|
| No need to ask our selves why
|
| No
|
| There ain’t nothing to talk about baby
|
| That ain’t no big fish to fry
|
| I had you and you had me
|
| No need to ask our selves why
|
| What’s it all about
|
| When the fire burns out
|
| And the magnet breaks in two
|
| Or should you hold the pieces in your hand
|
| And try to fix 'em back with glue
|
| Should you let 'em drop
|
| And don’t try to stop
|
| The that no one sees
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| Like a broken lace upon my shoe
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| Or two leaves falling off a tree |