| My love and I we’re always talkin'
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| Even though she reads my mind
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| When you ain’t too busy lookin'
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| It’s just amazing what you’ll find
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| The sock that was lost forever
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| The story in the flame
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| I love love in the mornin'
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| And I love the way my baby calls my name
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| Well, the moon can’t make it up tonight
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| And it’s tangled in some brush
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| Sometimes love gets heavy
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| Sometimes it’s just a crush
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| A little sunshine in the mornin'
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| And an evening all full of rain
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| Oh and I love a good firm pillow
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| And I love the way my baby calls my name
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| I got a squirrel talkin' dirty
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| In my walnut tree
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| A crow stole my number
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| And he won’t give it back to me
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| Trees are wavin' crazy
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| Naked and unashamed
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| Oh I love the smell of coffee
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| And I love the way my baby calls my name
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| I might dream of the Kenai River
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| Might dream of Portugal
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| Might dream you’re doin' what you’re doin' honey
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| Or I might not dream at all
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| I might wake up in the morning
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| Throw another greenback in the game
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| And I love a good firm pillow
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| I love the way my baby calls my name
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| She said I know you love me baby
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| You don’t have to give me proof
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| You don’t have to climb way up there honey
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| And try to fly off the roof
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| I know you love me honey
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| I can tell it by these rings
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| She said you don’t have to get up there on the roof baby
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| To try to flap your wings
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| Oh, I love her when she’s happy
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| I love her when she’s sad
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| I love her when she’s way too good
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| And when she’s so darn bad
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| When she tells me not to look at her like that
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| And then smiles I 'bout go insane
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| And I love the way she does it
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| I love the way my baby calls my name
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| Oh, I love the way she does it
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| I love the way my baby calls my name
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| And I love love in the mornin'
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| I love the way my baby calls my name
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| I love the smell of coffee
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| And I love the way my baby calls my name
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| Yes, I love the way she does it
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| I love the way my baby calls my name |