| Last night, all alone in a party
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| I saw a man with a drink in his hand
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| He had soft brown eyes and coal black hair
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| And a smile that any girl could understand
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| Then he came and he sat down at my table
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| And he placed his warm hand on mine
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| And I found myself wanting to kiss him
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| For temptation was flowing like wine
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| And I was almost, almost persuaded
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| To strip myself of my pride
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| I was almost, almost persuaded
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| To push my conscience aside
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| Then we danced and he whispered, «I need you!
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| Let me take you away, I want to be your man.»
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| Then I looked into his eyes and I saw it
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| The reflection of my, my wedding band
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| Oh but I was almost, almost persuaded
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| To let another, let another’s lips touch mine
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| And I was almost, almost persuaded
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| To push my conscience aside
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| Yes I was almost, I was almost persuaded
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| But your sweet love made me stop, stop and go home |