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Caught my eye, I was waiting for you Set up a picnic, babe, for just us two Cut fresh roses from the neighbour's garden Cheap wine will have to do While I'm still working at Woolies Take me over to your mom's house And tell me that I'm your girl Fly me to France for a hot summer Euro romance We don't have to, we don't have to sleep at all You're so chivalrous, you opened my door And tell me that I'm the light of your life Tell me that I'm your girl Maybe I'll let you into my undergarments Maybe I'll get a tattoo of you on my arm And tell everyone that you're my lover, lover, lover, lover If you tell me that I'm special Tell me that I'm your girl Tell me that I'm your girl
Writer(s): Gemma Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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