| When the summer days live to bore you
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| And the river lies long before you
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| And the one that you love ignores you
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| I’ll be your girl
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| Like a senator works a full room
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| Like a lover undone by full moon
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| Like a lily alive in full bloom
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| I’ll be your girl
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| And when the tempests rage
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| And all the oceans roar
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| At your door
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| I could be your man
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| But I’d be that much more
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| And more
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| So when everything soft upbraids you
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| When fortune has long betrayed you
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| And you’re longing for an arm to stay you
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| I’ll be your girl
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| And when the tempests rage
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| And all the oceans roar
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| At your door
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| I could be your man
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| But I’d be that much more
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| And more
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| So if you’re ever feeling less your time due
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| Like someone bereft and lied to
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| And you never need a guy to guide you
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| I’ll be your girl
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| I’ll be your girl
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| I’ll be your girl |