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Sometimes these hands get so clumsy
That i drop things and people laugh
Sometimes these hands seem so graceful
I can see them signin' autographs
What i want to know from you
When you hear my plea
Do you like or love
Either or both of me
Do you like or love
Either or both of me
Sometimes this face looks so funny
That i hide it behind a book
But sometimes this face has so much class
That i have to sneak a second look
Sometimes this life gets so empty
That i become afraid
Then i remember you're in it
And i think i might still have it made
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