| That love is like a clinging vine
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| Wrapping around your heart and around your mind
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| But I’ve never had to cling to you
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| Cause I have no fear of losing you
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| Our love is not a clinging vine
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| It’s the lovin' kind
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| Somewhere I read these words one time
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| That love is like a glass of wine
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| Aging made it sweeter and so fine
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| But it’s no better now than before
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| Cause we got the best there’s nothing more
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| Our love is not a glass of wine
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| It’s the lovin' kind
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| Let them write their fancy words
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| For people who have never heard
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| Or tasted a love like yours and mine
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| Ours is not a clinging vine
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| And it’s certainly not a glass of wine
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| It’s love and our love is the lovin' kind
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| Our love is not a clinging vine
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| And it’s certainly not a glass of wine
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| It’s love
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| And our love is the lovin' kind |