If we move in together
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Will i still be a slob
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Will things get ordinary
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Will i piss you off
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'cause I don't cook
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Throw my clothes on the floor
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And i mix the darks and whites
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Oh baby your kisses are pure
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And the sex lasts for hours
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You want me the less I shower
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I'm a sight for sore eyes
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In your old tighy whities
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But you love me anyway
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I thank god for seeing the light
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And not going out with some lawyer type
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'cause your a poet
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A renaissance man
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A little boy with
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Really strong hands
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So many things going through my mind
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Sometimes it gets scary
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But when you're on my side
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The world may be chaotic
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The skies may explode
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But we'll be okay
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Baby-this much I know
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And the minuet between the heart and
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The breath
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Is my lullby
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And the minuet between the heart and
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The breath
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Rocks me every time
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And the minuet between the heart and
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The breath
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Saves my life
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As I lay upon your chest
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I'm satisfied
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I'd like to have babies with you
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Like to have maybe two join a carpool and
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Sing the kids to bed they can
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Have your coloring and
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My movie rental addiction
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They can be antisocial just like us
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And they can choose their very
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Own religion they can climb into
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Bed in the middle of the night and
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Sleep in your arms, hypnotized
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So many things going through my mind
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Sometimes it gets scary
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But when you're on my side
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The world may be chaotic
|
The skies may explode
|
But we'll be okay
|
Baby-this much I know
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And the minuet between the heart and
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The breath
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Is my lullby
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And the minuet between the heart and
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The breath
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Rocks me every time
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And the minuet between the heart and
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The breath
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Saves my life
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As I lay upon your chest
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I'm satisfied
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Alright-everything's gonna be
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Alright
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Alright-everything's gonna be alright
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So if all the things we want
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Are just out of reach
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We move to the midwest
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And you start to teach
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I'm a woulda, coulda, shoulda
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A one hit wonder
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I'm pretty sure we'd be okay
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'cause if the skin on your chest
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Still feels that way
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From the sandalwood oil
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That you dab in the middle
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I think maybe, maybe
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Baby...
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We'd miss it-a little
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Minuet
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| Idina Menzel |
