There's a girl I know who lives up in New England
I'D talk with her on the phone late at night
She has a soft melodic voice thats reassuring
A saintly soul of heavenly delight
I cannot wait until I finally meet her
That afternoon is coming up so fast
for she is wonderful
And I will always treat her right
Yes even though our skies are overcast
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