| I wake up every morning in a big, warm bed
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| With a sound of his sigh spinning in my head
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| And I look at him with sleepy eyes
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| And all too soon, it’s time to rise
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| Heh… and he says:
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| «Baby, I love you too much and I can’t let go
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| You’ve become such a part of me, that I’ve lost control
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| Baby, I love you too much, and so
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| Before we get up, won’t you love me just a little bit more?»
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| And at my job, I work hard and fast
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| Do anything to make the day pass
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| But you know I’m thinking all the while
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| Of just how much I love his funny smile
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| And he says:
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| «Baby, I love you too much and I can’t let go
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| You’ve become such a part of me, that I’ve lost control
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| Baby, I love you too much, and so
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| Before we get up, won’t you love me just a little bit more?»
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| Ooh, baby…
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| «Baby, I love you too much and I can’t let go
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| You’ve become such a part of me, that I’ve lost control
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| Baby, I love you too much, and so
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| Before we get up, won’t you love me just a little bit more?» |