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The Miracles A Love She Can Count On

Everyday, I'm gonna love you come what may 'Cause I know that there is nothing that means more to a woman Than a love that she can count on, yeah Darling

I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe

the satellite tours begin Count me in, count me in, count me in Count me in, count me in, count me in Count me in, count me in, count me in Ten, nine

little things that count And they do what they can He tells her he loves her everyday She says things will be okay It's no small miracle that love hangs on

She helped her son sleep by giving him Cognac She worked a while as a circus acrobat She changed lovers on a weekly basis And posed nude for a couple

(If your delicate eyes don?t blink someday they might as well be gone) Can?t count on anything. For you I?d count the salt under the sea

miss a thing when the future appears. I like to sit outside on a summer night with a drink in my hand. And a little moonlit music on the stereo, and

that count And they do what they can He tells her he loves her everyday She says things will be ok It's no small miracle that love hangs on Hearts get

see that face on the billboard that man is me On the cover of the magazine there's no question why I'm smiling you buy a piece of paradise you buy a