I met her Sunday, that was yesterday
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The girl I knew from 1990
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Her eyes are hazel, her name is Mable
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I kissed her once and now I'm able to
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Walk a mile, crack a smile
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She makes me want to kiss all the
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[Chorus]
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Babies, hug the puppy dogs
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She makes me feel like a mom
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Smell the flowers and plant a tree
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I gotta say that Mable -- She's the bomb
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Now it's Monday, better than Sunday
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Mable told me that she would stay
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Her curly hair shines in her eyes
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Boy that Mable sure is fine
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I'm with her now until I die
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She makes me want to kiss all the
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[Chorus]
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Then on Tuesday, Mable left me
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I heard she's goin' out with Charlie
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She saw his package from what I know she said:
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"That looks like a tube of cookie dough!"
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Mine, she said then, looks like a small
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pencil with broken lead
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Rabies got the puppy dogs
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and now I really need my mom
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I bought her flowers, so woe is me
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It sucks I still think Mable -- she's the bomb
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Rabies got the puppy dogs
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so now I really need my mom
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I bought her flowers, so woe is me
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It sucks I still think Mable -- she's the bomb
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Mable
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| Goldfinger |
