Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
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And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud,
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I can' t understand
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I get misty, just holding your hand.
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Walk my way,
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And a thousand violins begin to play,
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Or it might be the sound of your hello,
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That music I hear,
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I get misty, the moment you're near.
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Can't you see that you're leading me on?
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And it's just what I want you to do,
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Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost
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That's why I'm following you.
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On my own,
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When I wander through this wonderland alone,
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Never knowing my right foot from my left
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My hat from my glove
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I'm too misty, and too much in love.
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Too misty,
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And too much in love
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Misty
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| The Real Group |
