I want her so bad
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Mother Nature has a hold on me
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I want her so bad
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Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
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'Cause it hurts my pride
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To be tossed off like the morning covers
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And crossed off, like her other lovers
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Casually
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I see her walking by my window- mhmmhmmhmmhmm!
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It seems to me I know her well.
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But like the flowers in the spring-time,
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Growing toward the sunshine,
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Her beauty falls upon me in a fragrant spring-time spell
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And I want her so ba-aa-aad
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Mother Nature has a HOLD on me
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I want her so bad
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Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
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'Cause it hurts my pride
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To be tossed off like the morning covers
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And crossed off, like her other lovers
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Casually
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Is she an icy winter woman? Mm-hhmm!
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That chills my body when she's near
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Sweet fever in the morning...
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I don't know if I'll survive.
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She walks by me as though she didn't
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Know I was alive
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And I want her so ba-aa-aad
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Mother Nature has a hold on me
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I want her so bad
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Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
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'Cause it hurts my pride
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To be tossed off like the morning covers
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And crossed off, like her other lovers
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Tossed off like the morning covers,
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Crossed off, like her other lovers...
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Tossed off like the morning covers,
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Crossed off, like her other lovers...
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Mother Nature
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| Don McLean |
