Jeannie, fresh as a daisy.
Just love how she obeys me,
Does things that just amaze me so.
She blinks, up come the rainbows.
Cars stop, even the train goes slow.
She paints sunshine on every rafter,
Sprinkles the air with laughter,
We're close as a quarter after three.
To you, but it's no use, sir,
Cause my Jeannie's in love with me.
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