| One singular sensation
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| Every little step he takes.
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| One thrilling combination
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| Every move that he makes.
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| One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
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| You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.
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| One moment in his presence
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| And you can forget the rest.
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| For the guy is second best
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| To none,
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| Son.
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| Ooooh! |
| Sigh! |
| Give him your attention.
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| Do… I…really have to mention?
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| He’s the One?
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| She walks into a room
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| And you know
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| She’s un-
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| Commonly rare, very unique,
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| Peripatetic, poetic and chic.
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| She walks into a room
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| And you know from her
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| Maddening pose, effortless whirl,
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| She’s the special girl.
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| Stroll-ing,
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| Can’t, help,
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| All of her qualities extol-ling.
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| Loaded with charisma is my Jauntily sauntering, ambling shambler.
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| She walks into a room
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| And you know you must
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| Shuffle along, join the parade.
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| She’s the quintessence of making the grade.
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| This is whatcha call
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| Trav-ling.
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| Oh, strut your stuff!
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| Can’t get enough
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| Of her.
|
| Love her.
|
| I’m a son of a gun,
|
| She is one of a Kind…
|
| One singular sensation
|
| Every little step she takes.
|
| One thrilling combination
|
| Every move that she makes.
|
| One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
|
| You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.
|
| One moment in her presence
|
| And you can forget the rest.
|
| For the girl is second best
|
| To none,
|
| Son.
|
| Ooooh! |
| Sigh! |
| Give her your attention.
|
| Do… I…really have to mention?
|
| She’s the One?
|
| She walks into a room
|
| And you know from her
|
| Maddening pose, effortless whirl,
|
| She’s the special girl.
|
| Stroll-ing,
|
| Can’t, help,
|
| All of her qualities extol-ling.
|
| Loaded with charisma is my Jauntily sauntering, ambling shambler.
|
| She walks into a room
|
| And you know you must
|
| Shuffle along, join the parade.
|
| She’s the quintessence of making the grade.
|
| This is whatcha call
|
| Trav-ling.
|
| Oh, strut your stuff!
|
| Can’t get enough
|
| Of her.
|
| Love her.
|
| I’m a son of a gun,
|
| She is one of a Kind…
|
| One singular sensation
|
| Every little step she takes.
|
| One thrilling combination
|
| Every move that she makes.
|
| One smile and suddenly nobody else will do;
|
| You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.
|
| One moment in her presence
|
| And you can forget the rest.
|
| For the girl is second best
|
| To none,
|
| Son.
|
| Ooooh! |
| Sigh! |
| Give her your attention.
|
| Do… I…really have to mention?
|
| She’s the…
|
| She’s the…
|
| She’s the…
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| One! |