I know that you're wondering who I dream about
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And if I've met someone who thrills me so
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Well I finally met a girl who turns me inside out
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I'll tell you about her for you ought to know
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You comb her hair every morning and make sure she dresses just right
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You comb her hair every morning and put her to bed every night
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When she's around me sometimes I can hardly speak
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I stammer and I walk right into doors
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And just to hold her hand in mine makes me feel weak
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You know her for she's a friend of yours
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You comb her hair every morning...
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You Comb Her Hair
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| Jim Ed Brown |
