| you always got those dark sunglasses
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| covering half your face
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| but if you promise to take them off
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| i promise i won’t squander your gaze
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| i will be picturesque
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| i will be nice
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| i won’t do anything
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| you can’t tell your wife
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| i will think before i act
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| i will think twice
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| just let me see your eyes
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| each time we’ve spoken
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| we’ve put in our token
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| and ridden the tilt-a-whirl
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| i was giggling and dizzy
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| flirting like a twelve year old girl
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| the carnival of you and me is coming to town
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| watch how we spin and spin
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| and then fall down
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| now we just say hello
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| and head for firmer ground
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| you are the one-way glass
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| that watches me standing in line at the bank
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| i always looked into your glasses
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| like a cat looks into a fish tank
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| but all i could ever see
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| was the specter of me reflected
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| i want a monument of the friendship
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| that we never had, erected
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| i want to take up lots of room
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| i want it to loom
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| you always got those dark sunglasses
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| between us when we talk
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| but after the party is over
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| if you wanna take a walk
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| we could just look around
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| not do nothing wrong
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| just try to be at least as brave as our songs
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| i will bring my heart
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| i will bring my face
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| you name the time and place |