| Morning comes into my room through pretty purple curtains
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| And looks upon a man so satisfied
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| I hold a woman in my arms and watch her while she’s sleeping
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| And I know that I’m the man on Susie’s mind
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| I’m the pretty dress she buys
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| I’m the little bug she drives
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| I’m the picture that she shows
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| To everybody that she knows
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| I’m the wiggle in her walk
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| I’m the giggle in her talk
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| I’m the happy little song she sings
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| She wears my love for all to see
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| Sail on by silver moon
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| I won’t follow you this time
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| I’ve got heaven in my arms tonight
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| I’m the man on Susie’s mind
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| I’m the stops on her way home
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| I’m the dime in the telephone
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| I’m the honey that she talks about
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| I’m old meanie when she pouts
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| I’m the carpet beneath her feet
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| Every night before she sleeps
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| I’m the pillow where she lays her head
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| I’m the last word that she said
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| Sail on by silver moon
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| I won’t follow you this time
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| I’ve got heaven in my arms tonight
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| I’m the man on Susie’s mind
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| I’ve got heaven in my arms tonight
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| I’m the man on Susie’s mind
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| I’ve got heaven in my arms tonight
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| I’m the man on Susie’s mind |