And I thought you were supposed to be great,
But I kept giving you lip,
And you kept trying to slip,
So I could catch ya.
That was our first date,
And after that, every day was great.
So now I want you to know,
That wherever you go,
Atlantic City or in the snow,
Don't worry about a thing,
'cause as long as I got this ring,
I'll always be there to catch ya.
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