| Some of us spend hours
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| In front of a friday night mirror
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| Trying to understand the kinda world
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| Where the beautiful prosper
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| Slicking up the kinda hair
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| That the magazine’s say’s a lost cause
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| Picking out the kinda girl in your mind
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| To go walking with you
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| Yesterday I met a girl
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| She made marilyn monroe look like … me
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| All she had to do was walk in the room
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| And my problems were starting
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| Then she’d at me and she’d smile
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| And I feel feel such a pain in my heart
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| Wanting her to come and whisper to me
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| «you're the man of my dreams»
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| Beautiful world, beautiful world
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| Sending me dreams, touching my hair
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| Making me cry … so I feel alive
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| Beautiful world, why do I hide?
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| I dunno why
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| I should spend so much time feeling so bad
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| I got everything a sinner could hope to get
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| This side of eden
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| Maybe some day I’ll wake up
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| And I’ll do what I should
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| Write a song to make heaven and earth
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| Go waltzing in time
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| Beautiful world, beautiful world
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| Sending me dreams, touching my hair
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| Making me cry … so I feel alive
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| Beautiful world, why do I hide? |