Lyrics:

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Two
One, two, three

Think she comes from a fairy tale
You wouldn't think I could [unintelligible]
This little girl couldn't remember them
But we sure couldn't forget
We sang a song, sang it all night long
Matter of fact [unintelligible]
We sounded confused, stoned a bit
But made the best instead
Father said Son get some
You don't need a reason
I'd love to tell you all the things I knew
There were things I knew back then

Ten dances on a fancy night
We paid for it all
No sleep until the morning comes
No sleep at all
Sleep at all

Think she comes from a fairy tale
You wouldn't think I could [unintelligible]
She wore a cornfield bow and red dress that day
All the boys were sad
We sang a song, sang it all night long
Matter of fact [unintelligible]
We sung it somewhere and looked down on her
And said, time to play it again
Father said Son get some
You don't need a reason
I'd love to tell you all the things I knew
There were things I knew back then

Ten dances on a fancy night
We paid for it all
No sleep until the morning comes
No sleep at all
Ten fancies on a danceless night
We paid for it all
You lose sleep, you're wondering why
Can't get it all
Get it all
Yeah, well
Get it all
Get it all
Get it all

Ten dances on a fancy night
We paid for it all
No sleep until the morning comes
No sleep at all
Ten fancies on a danceless night
We paid for it all
You lose sleep, you're wondering why
Can't get it all
Get it all
Well you're my wonderful
And you know I think I
I think I
Touched her soul