| Tickle my fancy
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| And bring me a tea
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| Make it hot like the one yesterday
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| And bring me a field of your favourite flower
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| Make it mine and then mine I will make
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| Then bring me you
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| Draw me a picture
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| I’m dying to know
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| What you see when you look in me
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| Then I’ll be your subject and when you are done
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| I will show you what I want to be
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| Then bring me you
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| Follow your instinct and I’ll compramise
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| I won’t laugh when you show me your style
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| Coz I am delighted to share in your eyes
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| Coz I know it was there when creation derived
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| Coz every little thing you take, you give it
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| Every bare necessity, you can make it
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| Every anniversary, you can make it
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| Even if it was impossible
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| And every little inch you break, you fix it
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| Any time my tummy aches, you kiss it
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| Everyday the sun don’t set, you paint it
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| Everyday is magic in your eyes
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| And all I know
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| Is that there’s gotta be someone there to match this
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| And all I know
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| Is that there’s gotta be someone kinda like this
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| Coz even in this perfect world that I have just created
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| I find a comfort in the fact that I have longer waited
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Tickle my fancy
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| And bring me a tea
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| Make it hot like the one yesterday |