| We may not be perfect
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| But we are
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| (mhmm mhhm mhmm mhhm mhhm)
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| He’s different
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| Odd and eccentric
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| Sometimes even rude
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| I love him
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| Don’t know why I want him
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| Give me attitude
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| (Can't believe he said that — ugh)
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| I sometimes sit up in my room and write a poem for you
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| I pray the days like this when you are a muse
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| And it feels like
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la
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| Sometimes
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| Sit up in the shower
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| While you wash my hair
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| Minnie Ripperton playing in the background
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| Sing filling the air
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| If you ever leave me I swear I don’t care
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| Living in the moment I just got him here
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| And it feels like
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la
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| La la la la
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| Know that we’re not perfect
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| I know
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| Are your lips and hands and knees that get so weak
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| And you chew with your mouth wide open
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| But you and me create the wind that we all might love
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| La la la la
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| La la la la la
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| La la
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| Told you better
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| It’s your turn to wash the dishes |