Janine, I drink you up
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Janine, I drink you up
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Janine, Janine, I sing
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If you were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup, uh huh
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Varick Street and I drove South
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With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth,
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Janine
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Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right
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Angels shine down from the traffic light,
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Janine
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I fell asleep by the blue light of Live at Five
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And as I drifted off, I heard Al Roker say to me:
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Dial one nine hundred
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Four J A N I N E
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Slap myself to waking but now it's too late
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Cause I spelled your name out on my licence plate,
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Janine
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JANINE
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| Soul Coughing |
