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My love, Janine |
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I'm helpless for your smile like a Polish wanderer |
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I travel ever onwards to your land |
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And were it not just for the jewels, I'd close your hand |
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Your strange demand |
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To collocate my mind scares me into gloom |
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You're too intense I keep my veil across my face |
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I've no defense I've got to keep you in your place |
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well |
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But I've got things inside my head that even I can't face |
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls |
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But if you take an ax to me |
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You'll kill another man, not me at all |
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You're fey, Janine a tripper to the last |
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But if I catch you standing on my toes |
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I'll have the right to shout you down |
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For you're a lazy stream in which my thoughts would drown |
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So stay, Janine and we can glide along |
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I've caught your wings for laughs |
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I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year |
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So take your glasses off and don't act so sincere |
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well |
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I've got things inside my head that even I can't face |
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls |
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If you take an ax to me |
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You'll kill another man not me at all |
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Oh yeah, see the bricks fall |
