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Throughout all the ages
One could search, but hardly find
A woman esquite in every way
A beauty as Fine as Mine
OH, She So Fine
Yeah, She So Fine
The Girl So Fine
All Mine... All Mine
I think it now impossible
No matter date or time
Tho days of old had much eloquence
You'd still be pressed to find
A Girl as Fine as Mine
'Cause She so Fine
So Fine So Fine
She be so Fine
All Mine... All Mine
If Rembrandt saw, he'd paint her
Mozart, An Opus or Two
Shakespeare's Sonnets would bear her name
Books would speak of her virtue and fame
Love poems written of Kings being smitten
And the Title of all would be "Fine"
'Cause She So Fine
The Girl So Fine
So Fine So Fine
All Mine... All Mine
Now I'm certain that all will agree
To this truth that's being told
Slayed from the moment I saw her
As my heart said Softly, "BEHOLD"!
OH, She So Fine
She Be So Fine
The Girl So Fine
Had To Make Her All Mine
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