Well when I walk, when I walk
On my horse
I guess you never knew,
Dear boy, what you had
Come on, little lady,
lady, let's eat at home.
Come
Well, well, well, well, well,
do you love me like
So I sat in the attic,
A piano at my
Ram on give your heart to somebody
soon right away,
I walking down the street the other day
Who did
Speed along the highway, honey I want it my way
This song, eh, eh
Too many people going underground
Too many reaching
We're so sorry Uncle Albert
We're so sorry if we
We're so sorry Uncle Albert We're so sorry if we
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