1982 Kathy Mar
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When the conversation turns, always has the right remark
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Eyes that pierce into your soul and teeth that glisten in the dark
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Every touch a warm caress, every movement filled with grace
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And letter-perfect love cliches, welcome almost every place
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Chorus: Every mother's perfect catch, every maiden's shining knight
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Dropped out of some fairy tale, for their salvation
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A dream creation, call him Mr. Right
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Just like colored Christmas lights, keeps his ladies on a string
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Every time they start to fade, he turns them on like anything
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Swears his vast undying love until she makes that sweet surrender
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And by the time they've sobered up she's just another lost-weekender
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Chorus
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With a sizzle in his touch, and passion flowers in his eyes
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They won't get to see too much of what is under his disguise
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So take the words of warning here, the reason for this little song
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If you give in to Mr. Right, you'll find that you're his Mrs. wrong
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Chorus
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Mr. Right
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| Kathy Mar |
