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Magnetic Fields

Moons in June I've given up on that stuff Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love The rest of life pales in significance I'm looking

Irma waits by the window Vaguely looking down at her socks And humming, possibly her Father will come home with a box Of chocolates, possibly Not father

Don't fall in love with me yet We only recently met True I'm in love with you but You might decide I'm a nut Give me a week or two to Go absolutely cuckoo

Long and lonely nights I've waited for you To put things to right, leaving you to do Your thing without disturbance from me Somehow I doubt you'll ever

Everything is one big Christmas tree All got up with lights and candy All the world is turning prettily Everyone's awaiting Sandy Stop mumbling and cheer

We are havin' a hootenanny now We are havin' a hootenanny now Do-si-do down to our hoedown Our rootin'-tootin' hootenanny Havin' a hootenanny now Come

Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat Everyone sings "Hallelujah

Everybody knows but me When you go where you shouldn't be Everybody knows but me Where you go when you're feeling free Everybody knows but me So you

W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C. W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C. Washington, D.C., it's paradise to me It's not because it is the grand old seat Of precious