| Maybe I’m just crazy, maybe I’m a fool
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| Maybe I don’t know how to love, but maybe I do
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| Maybe you know more than me, but this much is true
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| This little heart and brain of mine say we’re through witchu
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| And I wonder does it blow your mind?
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| That I’m leaving you far behind
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| I wonder does it stop your heart to know
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| You’re not my sunshine, anymore
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| Okay, you’re pretty, your face is a work of art
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| Your smile could light up New York City after dark
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| Okay, you’re Cover Boy pretty, stamped with a beauty mark
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| But it’s such a pity, a boy so pretty
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| With an ugly heart
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| Maybe you’ll get married, and she will kiss your feet
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| While I give all my rides away, I won’t lose no sleep
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| Maybe on your honeymoon you’ll think of me
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| But if you don’t, won’t shed a tear, yeah I can guarantee
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| And I wonder does it blow your mind?
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| That I’m leaving you far behind
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| I wonder does it stop your heart to know
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| You’re not my sunshine, anymore
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| Okay you’re pretty, your face is a work of art
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| Your smile could light up New York City after dark
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| Okay you’re Cover Boy pretty, stamped with a beauty mark
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| But it’s such a pity, a boy so pretty
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| With an ugly heart
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| Okay, you’re pretty, your face is a work of art
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| Your smile could probably light up New York after dark
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| Okay, you’re Cover Boy pretty, stamped with a beauty mark
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| But it’s such a pity, a boy so pretty
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| With…
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| An uh- an uh- an ugly heart
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| An uh- an uh- an ugly heart, so…
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| Okay you’re pretty, your face is a work of art
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| Your smile could light up New York City after dark
|
| Okay you’re Cover Boy pretty, stamped with a beauty mark
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| But it’s such a pity, a boy so pretty
|
| With an ugly heart
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| Okay you’re pretty, your face is a work of art
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| Your smile could light up New York City after dark
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| Okay you’re Cover Boy pretty, stamped with a beauty mark
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| But it’s such a pity, a boy so pretty
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| With an ugly heart |