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There could never be a portrait of my love
For nobody could paint a dream You will never see a portrait of my love For miracles are never seen. Anyone who sees her, soon forgets the Mona Lisa It would take I know, a Michelangelo And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above To try and paint a portrait of my love It would take I know, a Michelangelo And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above, To try and paint a portrait of my love |
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She talks like an angel talks
And her hair has a kind of curl To my mind, she's my kind of girl She's wise like an angel's wise With eyes like an angel's eyes And a smile kind of like a pearl To my mind, she's my kind of girl Pretty little face That face just knocks me off my feet Pretty little feet She's really sweet enough to eat She looks like an angel looks She cooks like an angel cooks And my mind's in a kind of whirl To my mind, she's my kind of girl Pretty little face That face just knocks me off of my feet Pretty little feet She's really sweet enough to eat She looks like an angel looks She even cooks like an angel cooks And my mind's in a kind of whirl To my mind, she's my kind of girl And my heart's kind of full of joy Cause she told me, I'm her kind of boy |
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