No he ain't perfect, this man of mine.
He wrote me a love song, but the words don't rhyme.
He drives me crazy, how he's late all the time,
But I love my baby just the same.
The reasons why, are hard to explain.
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He makes me feel ooh...aah.
I can't quite describe it.
Something 'bout that boy makes me get up and sing.
My heart goes mmm...oooh.
The only way to say, it is a crazy kind of love thing.
He steals all my best jokes, and gets the punch lines wrong.
For my birthday, he bought me Amarige, but left the price tag on.
He says, I can do that, when we're watching James Bond.
But that's the funny thing about love;
He's my baby all because.
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He may not always notice what I do with my hair,
But he sure knows when to hold my hand.
He sings off key, wait a minute, I don't care;
That's my baby, that's my man.
But that's the funny thing about love,
He's my baby all because what he does.
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It's a crazy kind of love thing.
