I'm beginning to believe
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That I can never form my own opinions
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Secretly, I've decided to believe
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That I'm Polynesian originally
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I want the air set to 70 degrees
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I want pineapples and sugar as the major industries
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I wi be there blending racial amity
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While pineapples and sugar build me massive equity
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But if I were married to a movie star
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That'd be my arm around here waist
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As she flips off the camera
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And If Meg Ryan were my personal taste
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I'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine's
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I'm afraid that you'd agree
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When you say you don't hold my attention great
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Ukelele's play love songs in portugese
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That you've made no attempt to every translate
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I want love waiting for me after school
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I'd like a stream of conciousness
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Everytime I take a breath
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I want love on the front porch after school
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I'd like a stream of conciousness
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Everytime I take a breath
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And if I were married to a movie star
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That'd be a smile upon my face
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As she sips her daquiris
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And if Meg Ryan were my personal taste
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I'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine's
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My town is zoning this land
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So we can build an ark and sail away
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From Tennessee
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Palm trees and sand and hawaiian instruments
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Say "Aloha" as they're haunting me
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I want time, kicking, screaming, put to death
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Float like islands in the pool
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While Mr. T pitties the fool
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-repeat 1st chorus-
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Meg Ryan
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