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You screw up your face when he kisses you |
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And when you make love it's not love for you |
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And when you cry he swears you're not the same |
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Where is the girl he would have died for? |
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Perhaps the girl has kissed the boy |
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And never will |
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Unkiss that kiss, she never could |
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Untouch that touch, she never would |
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Unkiss that kiss, she never could |
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Untouch that touch |
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She said she'd only meet him once |
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But then her dreams could not allow |
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Her to forget how much she had forgot |
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And he became her forget-me-not |
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Winter approached and only his kiss |
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Could warm her |
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I went to St. Christopher's Place |
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But it reminded me of you |
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Remainder: our night on French bed linen |
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Oh, but don't expect me to... |
