| There’s a painting hanging somewhere in Paris
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| Millions come over to stare at her
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| But she won’t crack a smile, no
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| An Italian tower leaning like
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| It’s had too much to drink
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| Still selling tickets like it’s going out of style
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| But when I look at you
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| I know there’s nothing to improve
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| Because you’re perfect girl
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Every little move
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| And every little groove
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| Makes me sing
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| This world would change a lot about you baby if it could
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| But looking through the glass that I’m seeing through
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| I wouldn’t change a thing about, a thing about you
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| Well, I go too fast, think too slow, I change like the weather
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| I know you could do better
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| I don’t know what you see
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| You think your hair’s too short, your eyes are too green
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| Girl I don’t know what you mean
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| Not that you are but if you’re asking me
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| When I look at you
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| I know there’s nothing to improve
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| Because you’re perfect girl
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Every little move
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| And every little groove
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| Makes me sing
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| This world would change a lot about you baby if it could
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| But looking through the glass that I’m seeing through
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| I wouldn’t change a thing about, a thing about you
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| Every little imperfection only makes you you
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| And when I look at you I know there’s nothing to improve, you’re perfect girl
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| When I look at you
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| I know there’s nothing to improve
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| You’re perfect girl
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| And every little move
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| And every little groove
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| Makes me sing
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| This world would change a lot about you baby if it could
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| But looking through the glass that I’m seeing through
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| I wouldn’t change a thing about, a thing about you
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| No, I wouldn’t change a thing
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| No, I wouldn’t change a thing
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| I wouldn’t change a thing, baby
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| I wouldn’t change a thing |