| She got big brown eyes and tangled hair
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| Vogueing in her underwear
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| And nothing is better than doing nothing together
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| She got a toothbrush as a microphone
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| Belting out The Rolling Stones
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| I’m the last one to stop her
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| Can’t believe that I got her
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| We get so close
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| Kissing like eskimos
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| It’s a little bit much
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| I know, I do
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| Isn’t she cra-crazy beautiful?
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| Isn’t she stra-strange and wonderful?
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| And I think I love her more than I even understand
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| She got a classic style that’s all her own
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| A smile you could hear through the telephone
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| And she says she’s a rebel
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| But she’s way too sentimental
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| And she’s precious even when she’s mad
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| Gets angry and I start to laugh
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| And I know that it’s nothing
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| She’s just pushing my buttons
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| We get so close
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| Kissing like eskimos
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| It’s a little bit much
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| I know, I do
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| Isn’t she cra-crazy beautiful?
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| Isn’t she stra-strange and wonderful?
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| And I think I love her more than I even understand
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| Isn’t she cra-crazy beautiful?
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| Isn’t she stra-strange and wonderful?
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| And I think I love her more than I even understand
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| She’s a little bit wild, a little bit mad
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| A little bit, oh-oh, beautiful
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| Wild, a little bit bad
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| A little bit, oh-oh
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| And I never can know her too well
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| Oh, still I never want anyone else
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| Isn’t she cra-crazy beautiful?
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| Isn’t she stra-strange and wonderful?
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| And I think I love her more than I even understand
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| Isn’t she cra-crazy beautiful?
|
| Isn’t she stra-strange and wonderful?
|
| And I think I love her more than I understand
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| She’s a little bit wild, a little bit mad
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| A little bit, oh-oh, beautiful
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| Wild, a little bit bad
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| And I think I love her more than I even understand |