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stopped being friendly. Oh, but you can't keep a good man down. No, can't get him down I came home with good intentions. About five or six years ago. I came home with good intentions. About five or six
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Elevate me mama, mama five or six floors all down (2x). Ah you know everybody tell me, you must be the elevatin' woman in town. Well you know when you start to elevate me. You almost scared me to
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Song Thank Heaven For Little Girls (Album Version) - Jack Jones. Each time I see a little girl. Of five or six or seven. I can't resist a joyous urge. To smile and say. Thank Heaven for little girls
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for a while. Come on Sunday. I’ve been waiting up on that sorbet. Maybe five or six I’ll meet you halfway. Take off all your things. Then you and I could be together in this place. Together chasing
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no more I left a message last Monday. Just like the Monday before. By the time I've got to Friday. Lord knows I had left five or six more. Now my key don't fit your lock. But I try to stick it in
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you come round you put me through. And I thank you, oh, so much. . Another year, maybe, three or four. Maybe five or six or even more. You'll find another man to take my place. And I'll see you on
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I'm smiling, my friends say I'm losing my mind. But it feels like I'm walking on sunshine. Since she's come into my life I call her five or six times in one day. For nothing at all, not much to
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stopped being friendly. Oh, but you can't keep a good man down. No, can't get him down I came home with good intentions. About five or six years ago. I came home with good intentions. About five or six
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down. No, can't get him down I came home with good intentions. About five or six years ago. I came home with good intentions. About five or six years ago, oh My home town won't accept me. Just don't
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Elevate me mama, mama five or six floors all down (2x). Ah you know everybody tell me, you must be the elevatin' woman in town. Well you know when you start to elevate me. You almost scared me to
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Each time I see a little girl. Of five or six or seven. I can't resist a joyous urge. To smile and say. Thank heaven. For little girls. For little girls get bigger every day. Thank heaven
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What if our love runs out out out. Don't wanna let you down-own-own. You know ah. What if our love runs out. Can't help but think what if. Fast forward five or six. Years there's some change. We end
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who sat on his butt. But it's the only show in town. . They're tryin' to drink all the punches. They all may lose their lunches. Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six says. Seems that blind
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communicated conference. Whether five or six, whether a number misprint Or if it seems that you heard it before. If you thought that you would never hear it no more. You should never doubt when we runnin
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was five or six years old. When I had told myself. Ok you're special. But I treat you like. My equal never lesser. I was twenty-six years old. When we had dropped. This one amazing record. Had the world
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. Discussing who caught what and who sat on his butt. But it's the only show in town. Chorus. They're tryin' to drink all the punches. They all may lose their lunches. Tryin' to cram lost years into five or
