| Pardon me miss
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| But I’ve never done this
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| With a real live girl
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| What could be harmful
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| In holding an armful
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| Of a real live girl
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| Pardon me if you’re affectionate squeeze
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| Fogs up my goggles and
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| Buckles my knees
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| I’m simply drown in the sight, and the sounds
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| And the scent and the feel
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| Of a real live girl
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| Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
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| By a real live girl
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| Dreams of you but don’t compare with a hunk
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| Of a real live girl
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| Girl’s were to girlish
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| Was once my belief
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| What a reversal and what a relief
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| I’ll take the flowering hat
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| And the towering hill
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| And the squeal of a real live girl
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| I’ve seen photographs and faximilies
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| That have set my heart off in a whirl
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| But I over look everyone in the book
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| For a real live girl
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| Take your vernecion or romanaprrection
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| Ideal live girl
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| Go be a hold out for Helen of Troy
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| I am a healthy American Boy
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| And I rather gape at the dear little shape of the stir
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| And the kill of a real live girl
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| Full time, occasional all operational girl |