| Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya Ooooo, ya You make me laugh
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| 'Cause your eyes they light the night
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| They look right through me, la, la, la You bashful boy
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| You’re hiding something sweet
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| Please give it to me, yeah, to me, ya To me
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| Ooh, oh, talk to me some more
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| You don’t have to go You’re the Poetry Man
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| You make things all right, ya, ya Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya Ooooo, ya You are a genie
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| And all I ask for is your smile
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| Each time I rub the lamp, la, la, la When I am with you
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| I have a giggling teen-age crush
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| Then I’m a sultry vamp, ya, ya Talk to me some more
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| You don’t have to go You’re the Poetry Man
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| You make things all right, ya, ya Oooooh, ya, ya, ya Oooooh, ya Talk to me some more
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| You don’t have to go You’re the Poetry Man
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| You make things all right
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| Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya Ooooo, ya So once again
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| It’s time to say so long
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| And so recall the call of life, la, la, la You’re going home now
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| Home’s that place somewhere you go each day
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| To see your wife, ya, ya, ya To see your wife
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| Wooo, oooh
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| Talk to me some more
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| You don’t have to go You’re the Poetry Man
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| You make things all right, ya Wooo, oooh
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| Talk to me some more
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| You don’t have to go You’re the Poetry Man
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| You make things all right |