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The air is so cold tonight |
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Here, let me put my arm around you |
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I've never seen you looking quite |
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So winsome |
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It feels like I'm sixteen again |
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Secret touches when no-body sees |
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And I don't even like champagne |
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But I'll drink some |
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Your skin is so cold to touch |
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Well, you know, you'd be a whole lot warmer in my bed |
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Oh, have I just said too much? |
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Well, don't listen! |
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Explanations are not required |
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Just two bottles of St. Emilion |
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And your eyes do look very tired |
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But they still glisten |
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You're laughing at things I say |
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Then, suddenly, you're staring into space |
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I'd really like you to stay |
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Now I'm feeling bolder |
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But you're telling me little tales |
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And I think there are lots of things that I should know |
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Just keep running your fingernails |
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Across my shoulder |
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The phone's ringing at 3 a.m. |
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Well, if you know who it is, why don't you go? |
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It's because you don't want to speak to them |
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While I am near you |
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And I know where you want to be |
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You're in my hands but I just bet you'll slip away |
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You'll trickle like mercury |
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And I won't hear you |
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Tonight I'll do just what you say |
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Tomorrow is another day |
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You don't have to tell me anything |
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I won't make you tell me anything |
