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My Man
by Karen Carpenter
Here he comes down the hall
He's so big and burley
I'm feeling kind of squirley
for his love.
My knees are shakin',
was that the earth quakin'
when he looked at me?
Desperately I ran to him,
his arms were open wide.
Passionately he kisses me...
our love is like a tide.
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