| I was alone on the shelf
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| In a world by myself
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| Oh where could me prince charming be?
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| But a man came along
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| Made my life like a song
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| And taught me these words of ecstacy tenderly
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| I want some huggin' and some squeezin' and some muggin' and some teasin'
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| And some stuff like that there
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| I want some pettin' and some spoonin' and some happy honeymoonin'
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| And some stuff like that there
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| I used to think that love was just a lot of rubbish
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| A mess of cabbage, a mess of cabbage
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| But now my attitude is only lovey-doveish
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| And baby you done it!
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| I want some kissin' and some hopin' and some missin' and some mopin'
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| And some stuff like that there
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| I want some leapin' and some chasin' and some weapin' and some pacin'
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| And some stuff like that there
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| And when I get a certain feeling I confess it
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| There’s really only one expression to express it
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| I want some huggin' and some squeezin' and some muggin' and some teasin'
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| And some stuff like that there
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| I want to be hugged, squeezed, mugged, teased
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| Stuff like that there
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| I want to be petted, spooned, honeymooned
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| Stuff like that there
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| I used to think romance was bunk
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| A double mickey for the ickeys
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| But all at once my heart was sunk
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| And baby you done it!
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| I want some kissin' and some hopin' and some missin' and some mopin'
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| And some stuff like that there
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| I want some leapin' and some chasin' and some weapin' and some pacin'
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| Stuff like that there
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| And when I get a certain feeling I confess it
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| There’s really only one expression to express it
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| I want some huggin', squeezin', muggin', teasin'
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| And some stuff, stuff like that there
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| Stuff like that there! |