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I was eating breakfast alone at a diner one morning and a little girl and her mom were at the next booth. The girl started singing and talking loudly, as young children do, and her mom said gently, “Sarah Rose, that’s not an inside sound.”
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Sarah RoseKeep your song inside
and teeter on your tippie toes
I know how it goes...
Violin
Secret little hymn you hum
while you're in love with him
It's a certain intonation
you reserve only for him
a special invitation that
deserves it's own affair
oh no
you know it isn't fair
oh no
am I the tortoise or the hare?
oh lord, oh lord
won't you listen
Sarah Rose
Take your heart outside
and find the best place
that it grows
Secret information
you reserve only for him
you give him every indication
Lucky guy, lucky guy
oh lord
it's like he's in the FBI
oh lord
and I am feeling like a spy
and it's him that I despise
won't you listen?
won't you listen?
Sarah Rose
I whisper through your windows
while your grandma sleeps next door
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dreaming of a sailor
who had left her on the shore
a 60 year vacation
that she took away from him
she gave him
every indication
Lucky guy, lucky guy
oh lord
he sure took his time
oh lord
When will you decide?
oh lord oh lord
won't you listen?
won't you listen?
