| Thirty-one and six foot even
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| She still looks at me and sees
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| Her wide eyed boy, six years old
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| Reachin' for her hand to hold
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| She still tells me, «Wipe your feet son
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| Wash your hands, it’s time to eat». |
| Yeah
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| She believes she’s heaven sent
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| To protect my long lost innocence
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| What she sees in me
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| Is nothing but the best
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| In her eyes I’ll never be
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| Anything less
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| It’s a love strong enough to forgive the rest
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| If only I could always be
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| What she sees in me
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| This ain’t the paradise I promised her;
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| It’s just a slice of life with an average man:
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| Honest work with calloused hands
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| And it bothers me I can’t deliver
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| All the things I swore I’d give her
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| She looks into my eyes
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| Like life with me is some kind of prize
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| What she sees in me
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| Is nothing but the best
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| In her eyes I’ll never be
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| Anything less
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| It’s a love strong enough to forgive the rest
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| If only I could always be
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| What she sees in me
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| Three years old and two foot four
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| Each day when I walk through the door
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| She runs to me and holds me tight
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| And in her eyes there shines a light
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| That reaches to the deepest part
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| Of all that’s good inside my heart
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| The places that are kind and true
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| And I know I must live up to:
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| What she sees in me
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| Is nothing but the best
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| In her eyes I’ll never be
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| Anything less
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| It’s a love strong enough to forgive the rest
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| If only I could always be
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| What she sees in me |