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Girl if it's love you're looking for
Come on my love for you is sure
Girl if it's love you're looking for
Come on my love for you is sure
You bake the sweetest cake I know pretty girl
Come on and show me what you know
Your recipe girl is fine fine fine
Don you really want to make it mine
Your recipe girl is fine fine fine Yeh a
Don 't you know I really want to make it mine
You bake the sweetest cake I know pretty girl
Come on and show me what you know-whoa whoa-o
Your recipe girl is fine fine fine yeh a
Don't you know I really want to make it mine
Your recipe girl is fine fine fine
Don 't you know I really want to make it mine
I really want to make it mine mine mine
I really want to make it mine all mine so
Girl if it's love you're looking for o yeh
Come on my love for you is sure
You bake the sweetest cake I know

Can't Stop My Heart

Words & music by Paul Simon

There were two men down
And the score was tied
In the bottom of the eighth
When the pitcher died

And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uni-form was torn
And his number was left on the ground

Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than the teams
There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost


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