| They say we’re young and we don’t know, |
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won’t find out till we grow. |
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Well I don’t know if that’s all true |
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’cause you got me, and baby |
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They say our love won’t pay the rent, |
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before it’s earned, our money’s always spent |
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I guess that’s so, we don’t have a pot, |
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but at least I’m sure of all the things I got, babe |
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I got flowers in the spring. |
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I got you to wear my ring. |
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And when I’m sad, you’re a clown, |
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and if I get scared, you’re always around. |
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then they say your hair’s too long, |
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but I don’t care, with you I can’t go wrong. |
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Then put your little hand in mine, there ain’t no hill or |
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mountain we can’t climb, babe. |
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I got you to hold my hand. |
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I got you to walk with me. |
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I got you to talk with me. |
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I got you to kiss goodnight. |
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I got you to hold me tight. |
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I got you, I won’t let go. |
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I got you who loves me so. |
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