Kinda likely
when you open up the door
I fumble and slip on the floor
that's what gentleman are for
don't you agree?
Kinda likely
when you take me out to din
my best pair of glasses are home
your glass is half filled, but with foam
ain't it sin?
In the ma~gic of moon~~light when I sigh~ "hold my nose~~ dear"
Kinda like-ly you believe~ the air~ that fills~ the bed~ is in my head.
Guess you feel you'll always be~~ the one and on~ly one for me
And if you think that's kinda wrong,
I'd kinda like a kinder song,
let's just get along.
In the ma~gic of moon~~light when I sigh~, "Hold my nose~ dear"
Kinda like~ly you believe~~the air~ that fills~ the bed~is in my head.
Guess you feel you'll always be~~ the one and on~ly one for me
And if you think that's kinda wrong,
I'd kinda like a kinder song,
let's just get along.
It's kinda like the the kind I like are awfully wrong.
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