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I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time |
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To spend an evening with me |
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And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance |
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You won't be leaving with me |
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And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place |
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And have a drink or two |
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And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid |
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Like: "I love you" |
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I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies |
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You heard the night before |
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And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true |
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It never seemed so right before |
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I practice every day to find some clever lines to say |
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To make the meaning come through |
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But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late |
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And I'm alone with you |
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The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red |
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And oh the night's so blue |
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And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid |
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Like: "I love you" |
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("I love you, I love you,...") |
