What among the lovers
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What twang of temptation
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What brought the house down
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Strange sleepwalkers on the block
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Unfamiliar writing on the ceiling
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When she looks up
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Momma buried pop atop the roof where he slept
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One leg on each side of pointed shingles
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Latest tests prove that she's happier with more
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The oyster is open for any to pearl
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Still she's got three different lullablies to sing
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These fruited images are delicacies
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Was it the fighting was it the fist
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Was it adventure with a jealous twist
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Was it desire for another's kiss
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What brought the house down
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Turmoil and passion such wondrous things
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What they called Summer lovers happening in Spring
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Who's dreaming of who tonight
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Who'll be walking by your side
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At the dawning's first light
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Do all he can to save a soon to be dead past
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Give it all up to find a new way that will last
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Was she wrong to hold his heart another person's hand
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The grass is always greener 'til it's covered up with sand
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Was it other things
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Fate, felicity
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What rousing temptation
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She knew that love could swell without barricades
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Standards must be broken even these
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Now she has three different lullabies to sing
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These fruited images lead her to sleep
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Was it the fighting was it the fist
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Was it adventure with a jealous twist
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Was it desire for another's kiss
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What brought the house down
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Ooh La La
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The Ditty Bops |