A perfect stranger might could make you smile,
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Might could take your mind off your despair for half a while,
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But time moves quickly, strangers look like friends,
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Friends might fall in love and perfect strangers might pretend
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And so it happens,
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Take a look around,
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Some will rake the coals
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And some will burn a wedding gown.
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The sad romantics fail to grasp the world,
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Fail to recognize there ain't no perfect boy or girl
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And so keep fumbling, feelin' incomplete,
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Makin' love and breakin' hearts and searchin' on the street
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And so it happens,
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Take a look around,
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Some will rake the coals
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And some will burn a wedding gown.
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And look at me
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(or maybe don't, now)
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Hey, yeah, look at me
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(or maybe don't, now)
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Look at me
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(or maybe don't, now)
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Hey, yeah, look at me
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(or maybe don't, now)
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And Charlie Chaplin had to realize
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Eighteen year old Oona made a golden final prize,
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And Warren Beatty must have gotten scared
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When Madonna made him fin'ly see he'd lost some hair
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And so it happens,
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Take a look around,
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Some will rake the coals
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And some will burn a wedding gown,
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Some will rake the coals
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And some will burn a wedding gown.
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Some Will Rake the Coals
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| Steve Forbert |
