| Well some people may say it’s too soon,
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| But if you were the sun, I’d be the moon
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| Everyday reflecting your light,
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| If we were a question, the answer would be right
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| You got me falling like autumn,
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| But you catch me in your arms
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| I can be your Lois Lane, if you’ll be my Clark,
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| I don’t know how you do what you do
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| But I think that I’m in love with you…
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| You got me laughing in my sleep
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| My hearts skipping to a brand new beat
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| I’m whistling a new tune
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| Finger snappin' the groove,
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| You’re the peanut butter to my jelly
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| You got me wishing on shooting stars
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| Oh to be right where you are
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| I’m jonesing for your time
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| You the grapes to my wine
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| You got me under some sorta spell
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| And I can’t help myself, you got me sitting here
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| Watching my cookies and cream melt.
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| I’m not one to leave ice-cream in my bowl
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| But lately your love has left me full
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| Like sugar to a tooth you’re the only thing I crave
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| The realness to the truth
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| A current to a wave
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| You got me,
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| ed like a fish ya reeling me in,
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| I can be your Faith, if you’ll be my Tim.
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| I don’t know how you do what you do,
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| But I know that I’m in love with you…
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| You got me laughing in my sleep
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| My hearts skipping to a brand new beat
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| I’m whistling a new tune
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| Finger snappin' the groove,
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| You’re the peanut butter to my jelly
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| You got me wishing on shooting stars
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| Oh to be right where you are
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| I’m jonesing for your time
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| You the grapes to my wine
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| You got me under some sorta spell
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| And I can’t help myself, you got me sitting here
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| Watching my cookies and cream melt.
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| And I can’t even begin to describe what you’re doing to me
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| My only attempt to try is by way of simile.
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| You got me laughing in my sleep
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| My hearts skipping to a brand new beat
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| I’m whistling a new tune
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| Finger snappin' the groove,
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| You’re the pop and fizzle to my pepsi
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| You got me wishing on shooting stars
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| Oh to be right where you are
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| I’m jonesing for your time
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| You the grapes to my wine
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| You got me under some sorta spell
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| And I can’t help myself, you got me sitting here
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| Watching my cookies and cream melt. |