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| He'll Come Around Made up my mind--and he's the one--he will be mine He's made up his--I'm not the one--not on his life Cold shoulder Cold stare Ice water But I swear With a little persistence With a little insistence He'll come around He'll come around With a little resistance With a little persistence He'll come around Like a river wears down a stone to make it smooth Like a mother wears down a child to keep it soothed I'll soften His heart I'll strip back The bark With a little persistence With a little insistence He'll come around He'll come around With a little resistance With a little persistence He'll come around Oh... oh... Bit by bit Bit by bit Bit by bit by bit by bit by bit With a little persistence With a little insistence He'll come around He'll come around With a little resistance With a little persistence He'll come around He'll come around With a little persistence With a little insistence He'll come around He'll come around With a little resistance With a little persistence He'll come around Copyright Jeffrey L. Stillman |
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