| How do I know
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| I love you, girl.
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| Is it th eway you wear your hair, mmm.
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| Is it you smile,
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| that tells me I adore you,
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| or the scent of your perfume.
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| How do I know
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| I love you, baby.
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| My stomach does flips when you’re
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| near, yea.
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| Call me a fool,
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| call me sentimental,
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| but call me please call me dear.
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| I’ll take you on a magic carpet ride,
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| flip around Venus
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| and through mars
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| and down the other side.
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| If you’re not with me baby,
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| it don’t mean much to me.
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| How do I know,
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| how do know I love you.
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| I guess it’s something in the air, baby.
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey yea, ooh.
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| Yes, yes, yes, walk up New Orleans,
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| down Bourbon Street,
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| hand in hand,
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| something in the air baby.
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| I’ll take you on a magic carpet ride,
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| flip around venus through mars
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| and down the other side.
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| oh, but if you’re not with me baby,
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| the trip just don’t mean much to me.
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| no, no, no,
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| and I know now how it must be
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| and oh, how do I know i love you,
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| hey, yea,
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| don’t you know girl,
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| you mean the world to me,
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| oh, ohh, it’s such ecstacy,
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| how do I know, hey, hey, hey,
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| hey, I love you yea,
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| oh, baby,
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| could it be when you do what you do,
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| you touch my body,
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| it thills me through an through, yea,
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| I guess it’s something in the air baby.
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| yea, yea, yea, yea, yea. |