| Maybe its the way she lets her hair down on a sunday afternoon
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| Maybe its the way that she’s romantically attracted to the moon
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| Maybe its the perfume that I know she doesn’t wear
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| Or maybe its the way she dances when she thinks there ain’t nobody there
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| She loves me in the morning without warning before the sun begins to rise
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| And in the evening i can tell her feelings just by looking in her eyes
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| Songbirds in the garden sing to her through frozen holidays
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| And all my woe and trouble is gonna double when we go our seperate ways
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| Sugar, dandellion, honey, peach never did too much for me
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| Cause I ain’t no cassanova and no i never ever tried to be
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| But something in her smile charms me like a child and then
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| She turns the thieves and outlaws into nothing less than perfect gentlemen
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| Well the moon is in the mountains and the night is taking pictures of the sky
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| And i’ve got nothing for you, nothing but this simple lullabye
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| Now should your mind forget me, regret me, or even do me wrong
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| You’ll always live here in my heart cause baby thats right where you belong |