| I’ve got a mind where all the facts and all the figures
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| Is gonna tell me that I want you to be mine
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| And like a surfin bird a printer or a cougar
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| All I want is to really see you shine
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| And I’m longing for that day
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| And I don’t know what it is
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| All those people
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| And then you appear
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| I don’t know what it is
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| To the steeple
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| It’s a wonderful affair
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| I’ve got the sense to put a loop around your finger
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| I wanna tell you that I think that it’s ok
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| In every aspect I’m a winner not a loser
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| If it’s burns we’ll make it anyway
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| And I’m longing for that day
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| And I don’t know what it is
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| All those people
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| And then you appear
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| I don’t know what it is
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| My knievel
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| And there’s no one to compere
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| And I don’t know what it is
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| All those people
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| And then you appear
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| I don’t know what it is
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| To the steeple
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| It’s a wonderful affair
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| And I don’t know what it is
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| All those people
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| And then you appear
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| I don’t know what it is
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| My knievel
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| And there’s no one to compere |