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I think it's best (uh) if you let us sing 'Cause you're such a bad singer I, I, I, I wasn't looking for it I, I, I, I, but it found me Don't ask me why, you're not ready for it Snowman on ice, when I tell you that I'm flying No denying what it's like I'm dying For the lady on my telephone Okay (okay), alright (alright) When I wake up in the morning, it's the middle of the night No shade (no shade), sunlight (sunlight) Got the magic in my pocket, and I'll take you to the sky I'll say (I'll say), sometimes (sometimes) There ain't nothing better, perfect weather on my mind Okay (okay), alright (alright) When I wake up in the morning, it's the middle of the night (hey) Night, middle of the night (okay) Mona Lisa, lady, front of my bike We can go to Paris, wherever you like We can go to CVS, first-class flight Cold red wine, air-fresh pine I'm flying No denying what it's like I'm dying For the lady on my telephone Okay (okay), alright (alright) When I wake up in the morning, it's the middle of the night No shade (no shade), sunlight (sunlight) Got the magic in my pocket, and I'll take you to the sky I'll say (I'll say), sometimes (sometimes) There ain't nothing better, perfect weather on my mind Okay (okay), alright (alright) When I wake up in the morning, it's the middle of the night (hey) Night, middle of the night (okay) Okay, alright No shade, sunlight I'll say, sometimes Okay, alright
Writer(s): Caroline Pennell, Stephen Barnes, Thomas Headon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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