| The red ribbon in your hair
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| I’m kind of glad that you put it there
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| Cause that’s the touch I like
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| That’s the touch I like
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| Mm-mmm-mmm, oh, that’s the touch I like
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| The air of flowers when you’re near
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| Your eyes are wide, and bright, and clear
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| Oh, that’s the touch I like
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| That’s the touch I like
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| Mm-mmm-mmm that’s the touch I like
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| Maybe I could see you sometime
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| Goodness you look pretty
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| I would be on my very best behavior
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| Holding doors and coats for you
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| And trying to be witty
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| Losing all my cool to win your favor
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| You have no words to waste
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| And sweet old-fashioned taste
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| Mm-mmm-, that’s the touch I like
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| That’s the touch I like
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| Mm-mmm-mmm that’s the touch I like
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| Maybe I could see you sometime
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| Goodness you look pretty
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| And I would be on my very best behavior
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| I’d be holding doors and coats for you
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| And trying to be witty
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| And losing all my cool to win your favor
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| The red ribbon in your hair
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| I’m kinda glad that you put it there
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| Cause that’s the touch I like
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| Cause that’s the touch I like
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| Mm-mmm, oh, that’s the touch I like
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| Oh, that’s the touch I like |