La la la la la
If I was in your shoes
It'd probably be too tight
And if I was your record player
I'd probably play too quiet
And if I was your front porch swing
I'd probably swing too high
With a crochet blanket
Wrapped up tight around you thinking
Nobody needs a record player
That's why you buy them second hand
We've been around the blocks and all the cherry shops
Then I found you there and now I understand
You're my view
Girl yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if I was an eight ball
I'd give you bad advice
Your lava lamp and your cook plan
I love you more than it's right
Nobody needs a record player
But to make our house a home
Your beauty's in the steps
The crackles and the pops
And you spoiled my chance for me to dance alone
Yeah you spoiled my chance for me to dance alone
You're my beauty
You're my beautiful girl
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Party Tyme
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