I used to think the perfect girl was only in my dreams
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Until I saw your perfect face upon the movie screen
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You seemed to know that I was there
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As though from God's design.
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And as I cried,
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I told myself someday you'd be mine
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Rae Dawn Chong, baby, won't you hear my song?
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I have loved you for so long,
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And I know that I can make you love me too.
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I write you letters every day.
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I send flowers to your home.
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But it's difficult to prove my love
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When you won't answer the phone.
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And looking through binoculars
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Makes it really hard to see you
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From the camp that I've set up
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In your front yard.
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Rae Dawn Chong, why won't you hear my song?
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What am I doing wrong?
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'Cause I can't seem to make you love me too.
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And here inside my prison cell
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Just lying in my bed
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I wonder if you loved me
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When I shot you in the head...
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Rae Dawn Chong, you only had to hear my song.
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I even bought your dad a bong.
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And all you had to do was love me.
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I gave you every chance to love me.
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You stupid bitch, you should have loved me too...
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R.D.C. (Opie's Lament)
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| Stephen Lynch |
