| If you’re the bird
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| Whenever we pretend it’s summer
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| Then I’m the worm
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| I know the part, it’s such a bummer
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| But fair is fair
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| If my segments get separated
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| I’ll scream
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| And you’ll be there
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| Close your eyes
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| (Close my eyes)
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| Slide the cotton off of your shoulder
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| And feel the shine
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| (Feel the shine)
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| I’m hooked so toss me over
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| And cast the line
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| (Well, I’ll try)
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| I’ll throw a party and greet my undersea friends
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| (It depends)
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| As they arrive
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| (If they arrive)
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| You and I left our troubles far behind
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| (Troubles far behind)
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| But I still have just one more question on my mind
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| For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
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| With friends like these, well
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| Who needs enemies?
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| If I’m your boy
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| Let’s take a shortcut we remember
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| And we’ll enjoy
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| Picking apples in late September like
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| We’ve done for years
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| Then we’ll take a long walk
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| Through the cornfield
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| And I’ll kiss you
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| Between the ears
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| If you’re my girl
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| Swirl me around your room with feeling
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| And as we twirl
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| The glow in the dark stars on your ceiling
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| Will shine for us
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| As love sweeps over the room
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| Because we tend to make
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| Each other blush
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| (You make me blush)
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| You and I left our troubles far behind
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| (Troubles far behind)
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| But I still have just one more question on my mind
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| For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
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| With fronds like these, well
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| Who needs anemones?
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| You’re the bird, I’m the worm
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| And it’s plain to see
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| That we were meant to be
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| We were meant to be
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| We were meant to be
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| If you’re the bird
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| If you’re the bird
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| Then I’m the worm
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| We were meant to be |