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Go ahead and let your hands stay entwined, |
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I swear I could not possibly mind. |
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And when she lets down her guard, |
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Don't kiss her too hard. |
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She's sure to repay in kind. |
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Don't let your courtesy last too long, |
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My love blooms when I know it's gone. |
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So if I'm in the room, |
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It should be fair to assume: |
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You can both act how you want. |
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And I won't cross the line you drew |
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Cause I'm not here to compete |
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Oh and I don't know what she tells you, |
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But she's still my girl to me. |
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She's good with quick goodbyes |
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And whenever she rolls her eyes |
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That's her admission of guilt |
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On the temper she built, |
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And for me that's her most familiar side. |
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I'm always watching my bridges burn, |
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But if she didn't leave then she can't return. |
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And I don't know you too well, |
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But it's not too hard to tell |
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I miss her but I'm not concerned. |
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And I'm glad to see that someone stayed |
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I don't want to see her grieve |
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But it doesn't matter what you say, |
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She is still my girl to me. |
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Oh that's the way my sister might give a kiss |
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Oh, how I feel so passively missed. |
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And she says in your ear, as if I wasn't here |
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The quixote knows who he is |
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Oh, call me names if it comforts you |
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There are worst things I could be |
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But it doesn't matter if it isn't true- |
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She is still my girl to me. |