| Look inside your coat
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| I put a paper in your pocket holding a note
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| That says a few nice things
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| And needs some eyes to see the wonders written inside
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| You, you’ve got a charm
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| That spins my head around my dampened underarms
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| Will you take a trip with me down
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| A sunny stream a floating on a goosenecked boat
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| And if you feel a rumbling in your stomach dear
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| Don’t be scared to make a mess
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| Or ruin your new dress with me
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| Oh, oh there she goes (there she goes)
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| She’s walking past me here I wonder if she knows
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| (where does she go)
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| That I do share the air
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| That blows the bells she sings along without a care
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| I hope (I hope her hands do find)
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| Her hands do find
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| The folded feelings that I know I left behind (that I left behind)
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| Waiting for an apple to fall into my hands
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| Waiting seems to be the master plan
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| Smiling 'til it gets me stiff oh oh
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| Oh, oh no
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| Will you take a trip with me down a sunny stream a floating on a goosenecked
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| boat
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| And if you feel a rumbling in your stomach dear
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| Don’t be scared to make a mess
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| Or ruin your new dress with me
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| Don’t be scared to make a mess
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| Or ruin your new dress with me
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| Look inside your coat
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| I put a paper in your pocket holding a note |