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When the cookie jar is empty
Baby gets so glum When the cookie jar is empty Baby sucks her thumb Baby breaks her dishes And she won't eat her peas Baby never misses When she throws her spoon at me Leo is high as I am leaving; Love is the web that she is weaving When the cookie jar is empty Baby don't act right When the cookie jar is empty Baby cries all night Baby gets so sassy, How can I explain? Baby moves her chassis Like a locomotive train Virgo is high as I'm returning; Love is the candle she is burning |
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How did you think about me at all?
Or just happened to hear my call? Cuz I didn't get the chance to tell you That I would want to see you again Oh how I miss you We talked about your beaches And we laughed about your trip To the States, what a gas And you're here without holding a past Could you tell that this was going to last? Oh I want you |
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Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind See the curtains hanging in the window In the evening on a Friday night A little light a-shining through the window Lets me know everythings alright Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom July is dressed up and playing her tune When I come home from a hard days work And you're waiting there, not a care in the world See the smile a-waiting in the kitchen Food cooking and the plates for two Feel the arms that reach out to hold me In the evening when the day is through Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind |
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