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Count Your Blessings Like Gum In Your Hair

She is just waking up, she looks gorgeous It?s Friday night, and he?s out of sight again Will someone tell me what he?s thinking? Apparently he needed

your laughter. And if you promise not to cry, I miss your comfort. I miss the way you move If there ever was a time to Swing your hands, Might as well swing your

please All alone Brought to my knees Sweet and petite I'm here to please All alone You thought you had me You look so good tonight I see that look in your

Whooaa! Whoa-oa-oa! Whoa-oa! Hey there pretty girl Won't you be my baby, my baby tonight When I kiss your lips (Muah, ahhh!) I want you to taste of me, well taste of me Your