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Maybellene

Maybellene Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do. As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Maybellene in a coup de ville. A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road, Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford. The cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five, She's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side. Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene ...

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Mary Lou Brown

Mary Lou Brown I'll hold you tight in the moonlight tonight I love you Mary Lou Brown Twinkeling stars told the milky white way That I marry Mary Lou Brown And I will tell all the world Of my young Southern girl, See her tonight beyond moonlight So I can hold Mary tight I'll bring my guitar to the moonlight tonight I love you Mary Lou Brown Imagine your heart floating right up the sigh - ? - I love you Mary ...

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Mary In the Morning

Mary In the Morning Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning هیچ چیز به زیبایی مری در صبحگاه نیست When through the sleepy haze I see her lying there آن هنگام که از میان چشمان خواب زده ام(دید تار مثل مه) ، او را میبینم که آنجا دراز کشیده Soft as the rain that falls on summer flowers لطیف، همچون بارانی که بر گلهای تابستان می بارد Warm as the sunlight shining on her golden hair گرم، مثل نور خورشیدی که ...

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Marguerita

Marguerita Who makes my heart beat like thunder? Who makes my temperature rise? Who makes me tremble with wonderful rapture With one burning glance, from her eyes Marguerita... Once I was free as a gypsy A creature too wild to tame Then suddenly I saw, Marguerita And I was caught, like a moth in the flame Marguerita...is her name Marguerita... Her lips have made me her prisoner A slave to her every command ...

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Mansion over the Hilltop

Mansion over the Hilltop I'm satisfied with just a cottage below A little silver and a little gold But in that city where the ransomed will shine I want a gold one that's silver lined I've got a mansion just over the hilltop In that bright land where we'll never grow old And some day yonder we will never more wander But walk on streets that are purest gold Don't think me poor or deserted or lonely I'm not d ...

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