| What should I compare thee to?
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| That sun on winter’s day
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| Tulip standing proud and bright
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| When all around is grey
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| What should I compare thee to?
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| A comet or a star
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| A little flicker where you’ve been
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| Or a lighthouse where you are
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| But wrong is the comparison
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| That sees us as a light
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| That hides behind the glow of day
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| And only shines at night
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| You’re just a little red rooster
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| She’s an old speckled hen
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| You’ve fallen in love once before
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| Now it’s happening again
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| Just do what you used to
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| I’ll do what I can
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| And she’ll be once, twice, three times your lady
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| And I’ll be her man
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| What should I compare thee to?
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| That window facing South
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| That captures sun in tiny frame
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| And throws it round the house
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| What should I compare thee to?
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| A compass or a stone
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| The rock that holds the whole thing down
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| Or the hand that points you home
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| But wrong is the comparison
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| That sees us as a light
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| That hides behind the glow of day
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| And only shines at night
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| You’re just a little red rooster
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| She’s an old speckled hen
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| You’ve fallen in love once before
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| Now it’s happening again
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| Just do what you used to
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| I’ll do what I can
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| And she’ll be once, twice, three times your lady
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| And I’ll be her man
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| So listen up, you middle-aged
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| Or slightly older men
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| If they look young to you, my friend
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| You sure look old to them
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| Take this from the rooster
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| Who found his speckled hen
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| It’s never down to who you love
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| Its purely down to when
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| You’re just a little red rooster
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| She’s an old speckled hen
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| You’ve fallen in love once before
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| Now it’s happening again
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| Just do what you used to
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| I’ll do what I can
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| And she’ll be once, twice, three times your lady
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| And I’ll be her man |