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My baby's on the level I try to read her mind She's on the straight and narrow I'm guessing all the time But I can't see the road If I'm looking at the signs I'm carrying a load And stepping out of line My baby's on the level And I try to read her mind She's on the straight and narrow And I'm guessing all the time Oh well how can I see the road If I'm looking at the signs I'm carrying a load And stepping out of line From Letras Mania