| I look at you, and I think of bed
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| You move so cool and freely
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| And I know what’s goin' on in your head
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| Oh, babe, you make me sleepy
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| We’ve been married all these years
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| We know each other deeply
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| And oh my dear, oh my dear
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| You still make me sleepy
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| The children, they are nearly grown
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| And ain’t they turned out sweetly
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| Tonight they’re out, and we’re alone
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| And, oh babe, you make me sleepy
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| I know your stories, you know mine
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| Ah, but tell that one again to me
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| About that room and the red, red wine
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| Oh, babe, it makes me sleepy
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| You make me feel like lying down
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| Let down your hair completely
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| Ah, when you put on that old nightgown
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| Oh, babe, you make me sleepy
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| And in your arms I sleep so fine
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| So well do you meet me
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| And you can wake me any time
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| Oh, babe, I ain’t that sleepy |