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Baby, Don't you Worry

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lovesoranges

Published: Nov 9, 2010

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Baby,
Don't you worry about a thing
Because you know that love will always leave a sting.
So listen carefully
Don't just run away from him
When you know that he was meant to be your prince.

Baby,
Don't forget the way he talks
And don't forget his sexy walk.
You know you want to
Cling on to him tight
But don't forget that true love has a bite.

Baby,
Be honest with yourself
You don't want to be put back on the shelf.
You know that
You're good enough for him
Just get out there and show him what you mean.

So, Baby,
Don't you worry about a thing
Because he will bring more than just a fling.
And just remember
Always be yourself
Or he will move on and find someone else.

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