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I know what you're thinking;

"What's he up to now?"

"He's thought of this last minute"

"But he'll pull it off somehow..."



I don't really blame you for doubting me

My history's not so great

But baby though I know I put things off

It's never never, it's just late



When I hold you in my arms

You tickle me with your hair

Or you snore like a city bus

On its way to the county fair



But you love me like no one

Has ever loved me before

So baby I really don't mind much

If I never sleep no more



When you smile at me

All my problems float down the road

You can change me to a prince

From a grouchy old horntoad (or is that a horny old grouchtoad?)

I'm crazy for you baby and it's getting worse each day

So before I lose the rest of my mind

Hear what I say



Someday when I'm eighty-five

Remind me just when I said

"Baby I ain't sure lovin' you"

"Is better off than bein' dead."



But even then when I can't see

Hear, smell, or drive a car

No matter where I end up babe

I wanna' be right where you are



'Cause though you got off work at nine

And I started this song at eight...

Baby though I know I put things off

It's never never, it's just late



Baby though I know I put things off

It's never never, it's just late



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