(Paul McCartney)
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You've got a lot,
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and from what you've got,
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I'd say ou're doing well, dear.
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Dressed like a dream,
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and if things are what they seem,
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you're looking swell, dear.
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Your little man
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brings you trinkets when he can,
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but he can't stay, sear.
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That's very well,
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but inside your shiny shell,
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you dance all day, dear.
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So go, begay,
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let your feelings leap away
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into the laughter.
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San ferry Anne,
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and the world keeps turning happy ever after.
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San Ferry Anne
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| Paul McCartney & Wings |
