| See Sassy wake up; |
| she’s in love
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| Can’t you tell by the ring on her finger?
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| And can’t you tell by her fifty dollar shoes
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| That she confuses love with the people she uses?
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| But don’t worry about nothing, don’t worry at all
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| It’s just a temporary conjunction
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| Even spring’s got to fall
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| See Sassy wake up a little girl
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| She looks so feminine, so fragile, so weak
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| And Papa said that she’s too cute for words
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| So Sassy never learned how to speak
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| But don’t worry about nothing, don’t worry at all
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| It’s just a temporary conjunction
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| Even spring’s got to fall (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And hush you baby, don’t you cry
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| Papa’s gonna feed you some pudding pie
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| And hush you baby, don’t distress
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| Papa’s gonna buy you a real nice dress
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| As though that could mend your heart
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| As though that could keep it from being torn apart
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| As though it were your destiny
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| To face every man you meet on your knees
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| See Sassy wake up on the other side
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| She stares at her wedding dress and starts to cry
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| She’s got big eyes but they don’t see too clear
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| She says, «My God, how did I end up here?»
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| But don’t worry about it, don’t worry at all
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| It’s just a temporary conjunction
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| Even spring’s gotta fall
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| See Sassy wake up; |
| she’s in love
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| See Sassy wake up; |
| she’s in love
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| Sassy wake up; |
| she’s in love |