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Can I be your teacher’s pet, put the spring in your step, or the song in your heart?

Can I be the one you’re missin’, your side with all of the fixin’s; just want to play my part.

Can I be your pot of gold, up and over your rainbow; the very treasure you seek.

Can I be your little something extra, your very, very, special; everything that you need.

But I don’t want to be hackneyed,

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Some cliché or just a catchphrase,

Of silly words that don’t mean anything to you. (2x)

I want to be your cat’s meow, the cat’s pajamas, the fiddle that he plays, while he smiles with all of his might. (Grinning like a Cheshire Cat!)

I want to be doggone good, who you won’t dog out; who leaves you dog tired each and every night.

I want to be your superwoman, your super lover, the one who treats you like no other all of your days.

I want to be right on time, on the money, in the house, I just want to stay.

But I don’t want to be hackneyed,

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Some cliché or just a catchphrase,

Of silly words that don’t mean anything to you (2x)

Don’t want to be dull, flat

Prosaic, as a matter of fact,

I don’t want to be nothing, that don’t mean nothing to you

Don’t want to be hum -, drum-

Rhyme less, mediocre, ordinary, stock . . .

I just want to be, I just want to be with you

Don’t want to be hackneyed,

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Some cliché or just a catchphrase,

Of silly words that don’t mean anything to you