| Love is a ball, a hundred-pound ball
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| On the end of a chain about ten foot long
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| Wrapped around my ankle, I drag it down the hall
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| People let me tell ya that love is a ball
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| (Kick it in)
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| Love is a Chevy, a '67 Chevy
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| Sittin' in the back seat, breathin' hot and heavy
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| Foggin' upt he window 'til I can’t see out at all
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| People let me tell ya that love is a ball
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| There are so many variations
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| Sometimes it all can come unwound… wound…wound
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| But given any situation
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| You will find it always hangin' 'round…round…round
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| Love is a child, an innocent child
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| Runnin' through a field full of flowers growin' wild
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| Laughin' and jumpin', rollin' when they fall
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| People let me tell ya that love is a ball
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| Love is a ball, a hundred-pound ball
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| On the end of a chain about ten foot long
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| Love is a Chevy, A '67 Chevy
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| Sittin' in the back seat, breathin' hot and heavy
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| Love is a child, an innocent child
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| Runnin' through a field full of flowers growin' wild
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| We live on a rock, it holds us one and all
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| All we want is love and love is a ball |