Our first date I was pretty nervous
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Eating ice cream quoting Robert Service
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Walking the trail down by the river
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There¡¯s so much I long to give her
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An arctic breeze blowing across the water
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Through tent city I have sought her
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The cliff faces could be talking
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You are midnight sun walking
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Rolling in my sweet baby¡¯s arms
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Rolling in my sweet baby¡¯s arms
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I¡¯ll admit I¡¯ve gone to be grey
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I¡¯ll let out a yap like Kingsborough tower
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Hoot for love like an owl
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Yes, I sigh on every vowel
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Flatt and Scruggs on my Sony Walkman
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I¡¯d never heard of Randy Bachman
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Goofing on the George Black ferry
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You¡¯re the girl I long to marry
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Rolling in my sweet baby¡¯s arms
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Rolling in my sweet baby¡¯s arms
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Gonna lay around the shack til the mail train gets back and roll in my sweet baby¡¯s arms
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All in the summer is just weather
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If this doesn¡¯t get better
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I will part the sea like Moses
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Lay you down in a bed of roses
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Rolling in my sweet baby¡¯s arms
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Rolling in my sweet baby¡¯s arms
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(Last time)
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Rolling in my sweet baby¡¯s arms
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Roll in my Sweet Baby's Arms
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| Old Man Luedecke |
