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GUS:
It had to be me, that had to get you.
I stand five foot ten, a man among men,
but you're seven two.
I meet lots of girls when I make the rounds,
but none are like you,
seven foot two, seventy pounds.
But you make me thrill, and you always will.
I realize Betty you look like spaghetti,
but what can I do?
It's your fingertips that I adore,
when you stand up, they touch the floor.
It had to be you, wonderful you, seven foot two
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