| Like a thumb in a rubber glove or a moon rock in the sky above
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| I’m thinking, could it be that I’m falling in love?
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| Like a Chunky or a Charleston Chew, like shoe crab soup or chicken stew
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| Like Cinderella’s other shoe, I just want to be next to you
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| I want to be, I want to be next to you
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| I want to be, I want to be next to you
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| Like a palindrome or a friend indeed, like wow, or Tara Key
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| It seems I always need reminding what a fool believes
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| Like Horton hearing a Who, like everything old becoming new
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| Like looking out for number two, I just want to be next to you
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| I want to be, I want to be next to you
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| Yeah, I want to be, I want to be next to you
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| Like Dr. Tom, like Mr. Met, like Professor Frink, like a Chia pet
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| Like Eddie Bow, like Bob Levito, like Jill Talley, like Don Cheadle
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| I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you
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| I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you
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| Like eating ribs with Calvin Trillin, like Timothy Carey in The Killing
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| Like Steve Coogan and Rebecca Front, like Jefferson Airplane except no Grunt
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| I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you
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| I want to be next to you, I want to be next to you |