Hangin' with my sweet amour
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She came out with a lion's roar
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Yellin' "I'm goin' to the corner store,"
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Be back at quarter to four
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"Don't slam you pinkies in the drawer"
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She can be like a maiden from the days of yore
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Hangin' out at Studio 54
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Break-dancin' on the slick, brick disco floor
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With Lionel Richie
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Who, by the way, was a Commodore
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One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle-tooth boar
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Who couldn't breathe right since the Vietnam War
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Then she played Chinese Checkers with Skeletor
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And went camping with Eva Gabor
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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And, she's coming home
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I got a picture of her down by the seashore
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Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
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Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
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With the smile of Guy LeFleur
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She got the ups and the downs like an elevator
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But deep inside she's a marshmallow s'more
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Can bake a cake as big as Jupitor
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Either/or, neither/nor
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She'll share it with your Labrador
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She can run faster than a blazing meteor
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Loves Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore
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Can make a pipe out of an apple core
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That's a trick she learned from Roberto Parrish
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Down in Ecuador
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You know why?
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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And she's coming home
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Well, for sure, she opened the door
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Whipped out a three-foot fishing lure
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Sexually, that made me feel insecure
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Like the time I was a roadie
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On Elton John's tour
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She said "Let's go catch some Piscatore!"
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I said "Beatrice, you don't eat fish no more"
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She said "By G-d, you're right!"
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So we took ourselves a snore
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And when we woke up 10 hours later
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We made "Love Du Jour"
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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She's my sweet Beatrice
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And she came home
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She likes to clean out the attic every now and then
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She's gonna knit me a brand new golfing bag
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We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movie
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Then we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel
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She gonna try on my third grade mittens
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She'll keep 'em on even though they're way to small
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Well, she ain't never gonna hurt me
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She ain't never gonna let me down
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She ain't never gonna tell nobody
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I'm afraid of birds and spiders
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Well,
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Bea-Bea-Bea-Beatrice
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Bea-Bea-Bea-Beatrice
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Bea-Bea-Bea-Beatrice
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Bea-Bea-Bea-Beatrice
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Bea-Bea-Bea-Beatrice
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Bea-Bea-Bea-Beatrice
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And she loves Pat Summerall
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Sweet Beatrice
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| Adam Sandler |
