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Clothes, clothes are all dirty And we know that We'll have to find a way To the closest laundromat Well I knew I was in a hotel room When I saw the painting on the wall Like a scene out of a Mills and Boon Like a rip-off of a Tretchikoff Tow lonely boats next to the sea A seagull flying, a house and a tree And I looked at you And you looked to me And I though to myself I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day How I know you How I'd Show You Shows, shows are so many In every different place Place your faith in another I'll be there to help keep face Well, I wish I would say what I really mean But the words arrange me in between If you could read my mind If you could read my soul I'd never have to let you know I'd never have to let you know I'll be your friend forever, boy Even when we act so clever, boy I'll be your friend forever, boy Even when we act so clever, boy How I know you How I'd Show You I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day I'll get stuck in a small room with you Any day, any day Any day now
Writer(s): Don Reinecke, Karen Louise Zoid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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