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Sweet Anabelle
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
'Til she's fast and sleeping
Oh well
I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping
But oh
If I could only get you oceanside
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly
Oh
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside
At rising tide
You're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right for reaping
Oh well
I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Even though that's something I could never do well
I'm on track and keeping
But oh
If I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly
Oh
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside
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