| Come on get up, get dressed
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| The world is spinning full of kindly beings
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| The one you love will love you back
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| And no one’s spoiling anything
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| Ah, everything’s just right
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| It makes you wanna fill your lungs and sing
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| And ooh, you silly pretty little thing
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| Come on get up, get dressed
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| Another perfect day of spring is here
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| Hurry up, get up come on
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| A soft winds idly pushing past my ears
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| And water clouds and lambs are tumbling over
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| Through the bursting fields
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| Sing ooh, you silly pretty little thing
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| Last night the moon got drunk
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| And dropped his clothes down on the empty streets
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| He sang a moon song danced across the stars
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| Before he had to go to sleep
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| And back down here the lovers gazed
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| And find they couldn’t even speak
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| And ooh, you silly pretty little thing
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| Well, I know there’s some out there
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| Who’ll always say we’re simply being naive
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| So today’s the day we’re going to come out
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| And declare our victory
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| Just you and me and that
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| Silly pretty little thing
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| You silly pretty little thing now
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| You pretty thing
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| You pretty thing
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| Ooh yeah, you silly, silly pretty little thing
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Get up, get up, |