| Well they met at Business College
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| She made a ledger of his heart
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| He never knew how good it felt
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| Until they pushed their desks together
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| He added up the minutes they spent walking to her car
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| To know how much time wasted he didn’t need his calculator
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| Then at the Graduation Party
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| On the final day of class
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| He probably drank a lot more cheap champagne
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| Then he intended
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| But the cake was almost taken
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| The hors-d'oevres were fading fast
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| And they were handing out certificates
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| To all those who attended
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| And as they leaned out on the window sill
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| He said «You've got fantastic people skills
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| And I’ve a flair for accounting
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| We’ve got the rest of our lives at our disposal
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| So I hope you’ll please consider
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| My following proposal:
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| Let’s move out to the country
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| And we’ll open up a video store
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| So she chose a wedding ring and then together they chose a town
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| The diamond in the desert, his fortune around her finger
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| Business names and colour schemes became points contended
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| And in quiet times his idea for a jingle he would sing her
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| Crowd for which they were hoping arrived at the grand opening
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| And in their hands they waved their vouchers
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| They locked both the doors at the end of the day’s trading
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| And they held hands behind the counter as on the town the sun was fading
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| Yeah they moved out to the country and they opened up a video store
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| And he would always look to the quiet times
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| When the tapes were all returned
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| And they could sit back together relax and just rewind
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| And it seems that now the profits paid a hair salon on Saturday
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| And the gallop meeting on a Sunday
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| All perms must fall, she was starting to get lazy
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| And he shopped at the local Men’s Land
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| 'Cause the prices were always crazy
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| Yeah they moved out to the country
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| And they opened up a video store |