| He realized that she was new 2 love
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| Naive in every way
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| Every schoolboy’s fanstasy she was
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| That’s why he had 2 wait
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| If he poured his heart into a glass
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| And offered it like wine
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| She could drink and be back in time for the morning papers
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| They could take a walk down the oceanside
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| Make a wish on every wave
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| They could find a carousel
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| And ride or kiss in every cave
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| They could contemplate the entire universe
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| Or just one star
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| Or just how far was the walk 4 the morning papers
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| Let me play it for u one time, oh oh Well
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| Hey
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| Shucks
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| Why is age more than a number when it comes 2 love?
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| Should we ask the ones who speculate
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| When they don’t know what it’s made of?
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| Should we ask the moonlight on your face
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| Or the raindrops in your hair
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| Or should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
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| Should we ask the moonlight on your face
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| Or the raindrops in your hair
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| Should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
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| Somebody help me sing it now
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| 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
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| Oh yes
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| 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
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| Go play
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| 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
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| Ok |