She's got big green eyes
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And a long Egyptian face
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She moves across the floor
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At her own pace
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When I'm here in bed
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She'll jump up on my chest
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And when we lock eyes there's so much love
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I wanna cry
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She comes in near
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When I scratch under her ear
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And she lifts her head
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When I kiss around her neck
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Won't go to sleep
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When she falls along my side
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And two green eyes fade
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To a porcelain marble white
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And somehow when I sleep
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She'll end up at my feet
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And if I roll and kick her out
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I might knock her to the ground
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But she'll come back anyhow
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Ella es muy vital
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mas triste que salir el sol
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pura como el agua
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???
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The morning comes
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She squints up to shield out the sun
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And she'll go and lay
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In the warmest dusty rays
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And I hold her face
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She lays perfectly in place
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And she'll yawn and stretch
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And stare me down expressionless
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And lay back down into her nest
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And if someone calls
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She'll race me out the hall
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When she hears the phone
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Then she knows I'm leaving home
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She don't wanna be alone
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And I know it's wrong
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That I'm going away so long
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And for her it's rough
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I can't be with her enough
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But I'll never give her enough
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Ella es muy vital
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mas triste que salir el sol
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pura como el agua
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???
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And somehow when I sleep
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She'll end up at my feet
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And if I roll and kick her out
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I might knock her to the ground
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But she'll come back anyhow
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Wop-A-Din-Din
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Red House Painters |