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Let the camera linger on your perfect skin |
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Your widows peak and your lucky grin |
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And the bluest eyes I know |
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As you turn to go |
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Let there be a record of your gorgeous voice |
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The turn of phrase that filled my days with joy |
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Something like Bing singing soft and low |
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As you turn to go |
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I know I'm not supposed to say I'm sorry |
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I know you've had more loves than Mata Hari |
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But you know you're the star of my life story |
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And I'm so sorry |
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Let the poets struggle to describe your heart |
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Your art of love and your love of art |
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Well, if you ever loved me |
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Tell me so |
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As you turn to go |