I'll tell you what there is plenty wrong with me
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But I fixed up a few old buildings and I planted a few trees
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And children seem to like me and animals too
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Like the birds and the bees
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And eating a sandwich standing over the kitchen counter
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With only the sound of chewing in the room
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I can see you as a challenge that I will eagerly meet
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'Cause you are way, way, way, way sweet
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And it's just that kind of evening that cracks open like a half shaken beer
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Cool and refreshing and running down your arm
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And baby there's really no other place I'd rather be than here
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Pardon my periodic alarm
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You are ever true, ever new in love
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And I mean that in the best and worst way
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And I don't really know what I was so mad about
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But the full moon is about a week away
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And I'll tell you what there is plenty wrong with you
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Stuff you'd sooner fight for than cop to
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But I think it's just more reason why we are meant to be
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People say that I look like you and you look like me
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We get this crazy combination of everything and nothing right
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But we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight
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Yeah, we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight
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Yeah, we are way, way, way, way, way, way, way tight
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Way Tight
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| Ani DiFranco |
