| I wanna come home to roses
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| And dirty little notes on Post-its
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| And when my heart starts turning gray
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| I’ll say I’m like a fine wine, better with age
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| I guess I learned it from my parents
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| That true love starts with friendship
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| A kiss on the forehead, a date night
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| Faking apology after a fight
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| I need a man who’s patient and kind
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| Gets out of the car and holds the door
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| I wanna slow dance in the living room like
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| We’re eighteen at senior prom and go
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| Out with someone who makes me feel young
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| I need a man who loves me like
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| My father loves my mom
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| I want a road trip in the summers
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| I wanna make fun of each other
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| I wanna rock out to Billy Joel
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| And flip our kids off when they call us old
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| He’ll accidentally burn our dinner
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| And let me be the scrabble winner
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| And when my body changes shapes
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| He’ll say, «Oh my God, you look hot today»
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| I need a man who’s patient and kind
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| Gets out of the car and holds the door
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| I wanna slow dance in the living room like
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| We’re eighteen at senior prom and go
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| Out with someone who makes me feel young
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| I need a man who loves me like
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| My father loves my mom
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| And if he lives up to my father
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| Maybe he could teach our daughter
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| What it takes to love a queen
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| She should know she’s royalty
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| I need a man who’s patient and kind
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| Gets out of the car and holds the door
|
| I wanna slow dance in the living room like
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| We’re eighteen at senior prom and go
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| Out with someone who makes me feel young
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| I need a man who loves me like
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| My father loves my mom
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| I need a man who loves me like
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| My father loves my mom |