| This is a verse about a man who dared
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| To fall head over heels for a woman who shared
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| Similar interests, similar looks
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| Similar taste in similar books
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| Lost in the riddle of her Southernish eyes
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| Paint-on lips and French knee highs
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| The world was telling him love is dead
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| But he’s turning that logic on its head
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| Marry on
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| Marry on and you will know
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| Marry on
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| This is a verse about a woman who dared
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| To fall head first for her young au pair
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| Middle-class values and normalcy
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| To her that was so last century
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| She wooed her with Ritalin and drugged Nehi
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| Egon Schiele prints and French fries
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| The kind of story made for the stage
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| The kind of story, just jumps of the page
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| I tell you
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| Marry on
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| Marry on and you will know
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| Marry on
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| Marry on, children
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| But be aware, the world doesn’t want you anymore
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| I know you’d like to refute all I say
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| I know you’d like to refute all I say
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| I know you’d like to refute
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| All that I have shared today |