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She said she loved a boy

A poet __ he made her smile

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I thought

WHY'S  SHE TELLIN ME ?

WHY ' S SHE EVEN TELLIN HERSELF ?

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  if I seen her walkin in the rain

And take a Stranger by the Hand .... (?)

THAT

Would make me glad

And be somethin to hear about

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But

( as we know by the WAR )

You say just what you will

and wait for the Praise

That stroking egos bring

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/""/

Oh oh oh Oh oh oh .... OH

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It's  gettin late

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and we grow so stale