| She's taking her time, making up the reasons
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| To justify all the hurt inside
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| Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes
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| Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
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| They're saying
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| "Mama never loved her much
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| And Daddy never keeps in touch
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| That's why she shies away
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| From human affection."
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| But somewhere in a private place
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| She packs her bags for outer space
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| And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
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| (And she'll say to him)
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| She's saying
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| I would fly to the moon and back
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| If you'll be, if you'll be my baby
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| I've got a ticket for a world
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| Where we belong
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| So would you be my baby?
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| She can't remember a time
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| When she felt needed
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| If love was red, then she was color blind
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| All her friends, they've been tried for treason
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| And crimes that were never defined
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| She's saying
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| "Love is like a barren place
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| And reaching out for human faith
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| Is, is like a journey
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| I just don't have a map for."
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| So, baby's gonna take a dive
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| And push the shift to overdrive
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| Send a signal that she's hanging
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| All her hopes on the stars (What a pleasant dream)
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| She's saying
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| I would fly to the moon and back
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| If you'll be, if you'll be my baby
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| I've got a ticket for a world
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| Where we belong
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| So would you be my baby?
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| Hold on
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| Hold on (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
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| "Mama never loved her much
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| And Daddy never keeps in touch
|
| That's why she shies away from human affection."
|
| But somewhere in a private place
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| She packs her bags for outer space
|
| And now she's waiting
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| For the right kind of pilot to come (And she'll say to him)
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| Just saying
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| I would fly to the moon and back
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| If you'll be, if you'll be my baby
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| I've got a ticket for a world
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| Where we belong
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| So would you be my baby?
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| I would fly to the moon and back
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| If you'll be, if you'll be my baby
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| I've got a ticket for a world
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| Where we belong
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| So would you be my baby? |