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    that's true


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  • I wish I was a baby...

    Cooooold turkeeeeeeeeey...


     

     


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  • Dear Prudence,
    Won't you come out to play?
    Dear Prudence,
    See the brand-bew day, hey.

    The sun is up
    The sky is blue
    It's beautiful
    And so are you...

    (basse, taaaaaaaaoun dou doui aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)


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    Nothing to worry about, baby
    Beneath his hands and lips

    it's still me loving you...

    Je me sens un peu bleu ce soir (oui oui comme mon pull). Je n
    e sais pas dire d'où ça provient. je suis triste c'est tout...

     


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  • When I get older losing my hair,
    Many years from now.
    Will you still be sending me a valentine
    Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
    If I'd been out till quarter to three
    Would you lock the door,
    Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
    When I'm sixty-four.

    You'll be older too,
    And if you say the word,
    I could stay with you.

    I could be handy, mending a fuse
    When your lights have gone.
    You can knit a sweater by the fireside
    Sunday mornings go for a ride,
    Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
    Who could ask for more.
    Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
    When I'm sixty-four.

    Every summer we can rent a cottage,
    In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear
    We shall scrimp and save
    Grandchildren on your knee
    Vera chuck & dave

    Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
    Stating point of view
    Indicate precisely what you mean to say
    Yours sincerely, wasting away
    Give me your answer, fill in a form
    Mine for evermore
    Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
    When I'm sixty-four.

     


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