| I’m not the kind to complain
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| That I never had a girl to love.
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| Many a fine girl I tried hard to know,
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| But I think I never tried enough.
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| Sitting one day by myself,
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| And I’m thinking, «What could be wrong?»
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| When this funny little Hedgehog comes running up to me,
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| And it starts up to sing me this song.
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| Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
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| But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
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| I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
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| That you never quite learned the song.
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| Every day when the sun go down,
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| And the evening is so very still,
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| Many a fine girl I’ve held in my arms,
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| And I hope there’s many more that I will,
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| But just when everything is going fine,
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| And absolutely nothing is wrong,
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| This funny little Hedgehog’s always around
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| And every time he wants to sing me this song.
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| Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
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| But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
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| I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
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| That you never quite learned the song.
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| One day when the moon was full I thought I might settle down,
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| Found myself a pretty little girl,
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| And I stopped all my running around;
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| But just when the preacher come along,
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| And he’s just gonna pop on the ring,
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| This funny little Hedgehog comes
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| Running down the aisle,
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| And I don’t have to tell you what he did sing.
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| Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
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| But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
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| I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
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| That you never quite learned the song.
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| I’m not the kind to complain
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| That I never had a girl to love;
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| Many fine girls I’ve tried hard to know,
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| But I think I never tried enough.
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| But now I’ll be looking all my days,
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| And it isn’t just me I got to please,
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| There’s this funny little Hedgehog
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| Who’s always around,
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| And the only words he ever sings to me are these.
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| Oh, you know all the words and you sung all the notes,
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| But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
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| I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
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| That you never quite learned the song. |