| Tonight I take her from her parents
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| I came along to her rescue
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| Without a word about arrangements
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| She came along without a clue
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| So I said my love I want to take you
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| A place I have inside my head
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| And so it seemed I had to love you
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| With some cards and separate beds
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| Her mother didn’t like me
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| She thought I was on drugs
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| My mother didn’t like her
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| She’d never peel the spuds
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| So we took off together
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| And stayed at Mrs. Smith’s
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| Breakfast at half seven
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| Where you can view the cliffs
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| The moon was full and in our window
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| I could see her turning in her bed
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| I was loved but all in limbo
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| There was time to pass but not to spend
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| Soon I saw that this was silly
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| Spending all my wages on this peach
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| When we could sit so very pretty
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| And get our heads down out on the beach |