by Dean Friedman
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He was a rumpled romeo with a 10 speed bike and a stereo,
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She was a dauntless damsel in a dress with her lovelight all aglow.
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He picked her up in the parking lot with a whole bouquet of forget-me-nots,
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Two tickets and a gift wrapped box of Oreo's. She said,
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Oooh. Love is real.
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Nothing you can do or say will ever change the way I feel,
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Oooh. Love is real
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They went to a picture show,
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The lights went on and they got up to go.
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He said "Well" and she said "I don't know."
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He put the car in gear and she sat very near.
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He turned the wheel and she whispered in his ear so soft and low. She said,
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Oooh. Love is real.
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Nothing you can do or say will ever change the way I feel,
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Oooh. Love is real
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They were headed for their destiny.
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They were headed for a place the ground would yield.
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They were headed for the baseball field.
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And as they fell through space, the moonlight touched her face.
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They found a quiet place where teenage lovers go.
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They kissed and shed their clothes,
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She took his hand and held him close,
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Underneath the bleachers in the dark where the tall grass grows. She said,
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Oooh. Love is real.
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Nothing you can do or say can ever change the way I feel,
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Oooh. Love is real.
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Love Is Real
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Dean Friedman |