| I’m out doin' the usual places
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| And I’m livin' it, like young!
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| Then I dig me this face of all faces
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| She’s the craziest, like young!
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| She drinks coffee at Café Espresso
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| She reads Kerouac, like young!
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| She goes where all the angry young men go
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| Recites poetry, like young!
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| We start blowin' the pad about lovin'
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| And we’re homin' it, like now!
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| We spin records on cloud number seven
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| And she’s reaching me, like wow!
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| (He’s all unstrung
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| ‘Cause man, she’s got him feelin' like young!
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| If she were to frosh him and go
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| He’s startin' to wear his hair again
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| Just like a square again!)
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| I keep a getting' the kookiest notion
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| I think maybe it’s like love!
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| I’ve been feelin' a crazy emotion
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| I think baby, it’s like love!
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| Now we’re ridin' a rainbow to Cloudsville
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| And we’re makin' it like young!
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| Love. |
| .. soft as April snow!
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| Love. |
| .. warm as candle glow!
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| Love. |
| .. love is easy go!
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| Now we’re ridin' a rainbow to Cloudsville
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| And we’re makin' it like young!
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| Repeat last two lines twice to a whisper |