| You say you love him, I know you do
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| But girl, you know how much I wish that wasn’t true
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| You say he loves you, I say he don’t
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| And if he does, the way he does ain’t good enough
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| 'Cause loving you is easy
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| Oh, I would know, believe me
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| If only you could see what I see
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| You deserve love like in the movies
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| You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain
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| He should running to the airport so you don’t make your plane
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| He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place
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| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about
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| Twelve dozen roses at the door every day
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| You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name
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| He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade
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| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about you (You)
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| He never answers, he never calls
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| He says the worst things in his temper, yeah, I know
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| He makes you question, what you deserve
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| But you should be the centre of his universe
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| 'Cause loving you is easy
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| Oh, I would know, believe me (I would know, believe me)
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| If only you could see what I see (You could see what I see)
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| You deserve love like in the movies
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| You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain
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| He should running to the airport so you don’t make your plane
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| He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place
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| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about
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| Twelve dozen roses at the door every day
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| You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name
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| He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade
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| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about you (You)
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| Oh yeah, yeah, you, you
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| Oh yeah
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| All about you
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| You should be kissing in the middle of the street in the rain
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| He should running to the airport so you don’t make your plane
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| He should be holding up a boombox right outside of your place
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| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about
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| Twelve dozen roses at the door every day
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| You should be written in a notebook with a heart 'round your name
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| He should be singing you a love song like a sweet serenade
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| With three hundred and sixty-five, loving it’s all about you, you
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| Oh yeah, yeah you, you
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| Oh yeah, oh (You, all about you)
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| All about you (Oh)
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| Oh, all about you, you (About you)
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| Oh yeah, you, you (About you)
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| Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
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| Oh, all about you
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| Oh, all about you |