Plates

Lyrics
She's soft and demure and her intentions are pure And her body is lithe and she lays by my side And I've made this all clear but she just don't wanna hear me I'm getting the sense that she can't take compliments She's spinning plates, I hate to burst her bubble But she's got eyes that make the Great Lakes puddles And with one look I was hooked on trouble 'Cause she's got eyes that make the Great Lakes puddles
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Credits
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- Matthew Adam Hart