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The W's ... Rather Be Dead |
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St.Louie, Missouri, Muncie, Indiana, Kalamazoo, any place will do. We're
talkin', droppin', hints about romancing, can you tell how hard I fell?
When I'm out on the street late at night and my baby is right by my side,
I've got no worries then, cause I'm with her again, and I know that she's
forever mine. What you see is what you get and baby you and me ain't seen
nothin, yet. When all is done and all is said, without you girl, I'd rather
be dead. Thinkin', wonderin, how you ever wound up with me how could this
be. Let's face it, you aced it, when God dealt out the hand you came out
on top and I was a flop. But some how, some way there was you and I was
standin' there too, with a case of drop jaw, I now stood there in awe
as you said the three words,"Yes, I do." Hey, hey, it's magic
maybe. Alakazam and you're my baby. Wo, oh shut the front door. My bags
are unpacked and I'm yours all yours now. |
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