It isn’t the paddle, it’s not the canoe,
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It isn’t the river or skies that are blue,
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It isn’t the love dreams that bring joy to you,
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It’s the girl, oh, it’s the girl!
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It isn’t the progress that you always want to do,
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It isn’t the mountain flowers or the mornin' dew,
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It isn’t the love nest that brings love to you,
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It’s the girl that makes you happy and it’s the girl that makes you blue!
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You up and down men,
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What a lonely world would be without them!
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It isn’t the songbirds, the song that they sing,
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It isn’t the sunshine that makes you like Spring,
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So what is this magic that makes all the thing?
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It’s the girl, oh, it’s the girl!
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Some folks need atmosphere when they’re makin' love,
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They say old mother nature makes love grand!
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Still, lovers will complain that they need a shove,
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If you’re a Romeo, you’ll you’ll gonna understand!
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It isn’t the paddle, it’s not the canoe,
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It isn’t the river or skies that are blue,
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It isn’t the love beams that bring joy to you,
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Wherever you go, whatever you do, it’s the girl!
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It isn’t the progress that you wanna do,
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It isn’t the mountains, the flowers or the mornin' dew,
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It isn’t the love nest that brings love to you,
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It’s the girl, it’s the girl!
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It’s not the places you go,
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It’s not the crowd,
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It’s not the folks you know,
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So listen while I shout out loud!
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It’s the girl! |