| If you let me make love to you
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| Then why can’t I touch you
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| If you let me make love to you
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| Then why can’t I touch you
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| I’m not saying I want to change you
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| I don’t wan’t to rearrange you
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| If you let me make love to you
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| Then why can’t I touch you
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| From the very first moment I saw you
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| It’s been a different world
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| From the very first moment I saw you
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| It’s been such a different world
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| I seem to be a little bit stronger
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| Each moment seems just a
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| Little, little bit longer
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| The missing links and little kinks
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| Have never been found and uncurled
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| But you’re still the same
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| You’re like a frozen flame
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| Well, it sure seems a shame
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| That you let me make love to you
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| But you won’t let me touch you
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| When I leave you
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| I’m going someplace
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| That I’ve never been before
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| When I leave you
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| I’m going someplace
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| That I’ve never been before
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| Oh, reach out and touch me
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| Why don’t you reach out
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| And touch me
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| If you let me make love to you
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| Then why can’t I touch you
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| If you let me make love to you
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| Then why, why can’t I touch you |