I've all my wisdom teeth
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Two up top, two beneath
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And yet I'll recognise
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My mouth says things that aren't so wise
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But when I sing my darling's praise
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I know I'm right, or close anyways
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For she's a gem upon this earth
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I know to me she will return
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Oh I know it's true, I know it's true
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That I was made for her, and she me too
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And I'm confident that she'll think so too
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And she'll be coming back...soon
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Mornings we have toast and tea
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I gaze across the table, she glares right back at me
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And when we're getting low on jam
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I give her the last spoonful, that's just the way I am
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And I drive her to work each day
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Even though it's early and work is far away
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And I don't even say a thing
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When she plays the radio so loud you cannot think
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I can't stand her goddamned friends
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But I will tolerate them, even though I hate them
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And I will put up with her parents
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'cause she says I'll not meet someone who is so kind and sweet
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Ever again..
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Comin' Back Soon
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