I like cream in my coffee
I like to sleep late on sundays
Nobody knows me like my baby
I like eggs over easy
Flour tortillas
Nobody knows me like my baby
Nobody holds me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my baby
But it was a dream made to order
South of the Border
Nobody knows me like my baby
And she cried, how could you do it
And i swore that there weren't nothing to it
Nobody knows me like my baby
Nobody holds me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my baby
And I like cream in my coffee
I hate to be alone on sunday
Nobody knows me like my baby
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