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I'll be taking the hearts that you're breaking and putting them in a jarSo when you're sixty or old and you're dizzyThey'll tell you who you are
'Cause you've got something that everybody wants,I having trouble with my do's and my dont'sAll my secrets why does everybody know, know, knowWell you've got something, you've got something
I'll be taking the hearts that you're breaking and putting them in a jar,So when you're sixty or old and you're dizzy,They'll tell you who you are
'Cause you've got something that everybody wants,I having trouble with my do's and my dont's, All my secrets why does everybody know, know, knowWell you've got something, you've got something
I'll be taking the hearts that you're breaking and putting them in a jarSo when you're sixty or old and you're dizzyThey'll tell you who you are
You've got something (x8)
Well you've got something, you've got somethingyou've got something, you've got somethingyeah, yeahYou've got something, you've got something, somethingyou've got something, you've got somethingYeah, yeah