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You are too beautiful, my dear, to be true |
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And I am too drunk with beauty |
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Drunk with a feeling that the arms that possess you |
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Really caress you too |
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You are too beautiful for one man alone |
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For one lucky fool to be with |
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When there are other men |
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With eyes of their own to see with |
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Love can not stand sharing |
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Not if one cares |
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You will be comparing |
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My every kiss with theirs |
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You know I care and I'll be faithful to you |
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Not through a sense of duty |
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You are too beautiful |
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And I am too drunk with beauty |
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Like all fools I believe what I want to believe |
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My foolish heart can see what foolish hearts can see |
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I thought I'd found a miracle, I thought that you adored me |
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But it was not a miracle it was merely a mirage before me |
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You are too beautiful, my dear, to be true |
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And I am too drunk with beauty |
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Drunk with a feeling that my arms that possess you |
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Really caress you too |
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You are too beautiful for one man alone |
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For one lucky fool to be with |
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When there are other men |
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With eyes of their own to see with |
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Love can not stand sharing |
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Not if one cares |
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You will be comparing |
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My every kiss with theirs |
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You know I care and I'll be faithful to you |
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Not through a sense of duty |
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You are too beautiful |
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And I am too drunk with beauty |
