| Radio song, playing in the car, don’t even know where we are
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| Don’t know the time of day or the color of the clothes I’m wearing
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| Would you look at that sky, pretty little stars twinkling far above in heaven
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| Sorta makes me feel like dancing, right here in the moonlight
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| But this little girl, well she’s so shy
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| She won’t even look up, into the sky
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| At the shiny stars, guiding stars pointing the way to the heaven of my heart
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| Guiding stars pointing the way to the heaven of my, the heaven of my heart
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| Got a funny-bone, laugh like a mule, always did pretty good in school
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| But still I cannot decipher her arithmetic
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| 'Cause I’d walk to the moon, I’d lick a spittoon
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| I’d wear wooly underwear in a sauna
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| Just to show her how much I want to be her lovable lunatic
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| But she’s so demure, that it’s no surprise
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| When I tell her I love her, well she just closes her eyes
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| To the shiny stars, guiding stars pointing the way to the heaven of my heart
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| Guiding stars pointing the way to the heaven of my, the heaven of my heart
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| Yes she’s a brainy girl, that is good
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| She’s smarter than me but then so is wood
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| But that don’t mean I should submit to her authority
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| 'Cause I want to make her laugh
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| I want to make her sing
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| But she won’t do a doggone thing, and don’tcha know
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| When she don’t it makes her even more adorable
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| I guess that’s why, it’s the way she fights me
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| It makes them stars burn extra brightly
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| Them shiny stars, guiding star pointing the way to the heaven of my heart
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| Guiding stars pointing the way to the heaven of my heart |