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Mr. Right can turn out to be Mr. Wrong for so many reasons.   Here's another one.                                                                                                   

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c2010 Jackson/Opfer

Diamonds I started dreaming of diamonds    
That hottie swept me right out of my high heel shoes   
I couldn’t believe it my friends said he’s a keeper 
And for the first time even my daddy approved 
He had good looks good smarts and the touch that matters  
But mostly he had all the answers   

Mr. Right was hot   
Mr. Right was cool   
When it came to brains he had it goin’ on   
But I had to set him free     
When Mr. Right turned out to be 
Mr. Can’t-Admit-He’s-Ever-Wrong   

My fault how could it be my fault
When he backed his truck smack into my parked car
When I bought a repro of a famous Picasso
He rolled his eyes and said you call that art
When it came to money movies politics and religion
I always had the right to his opinion

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Now loving someone doesn’t mean you always agree   
And that’s fine long as my man listens to me    

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