| Meet me in the playground after school
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| When everybody has gone home
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| Promise not to breathe a word of this
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| Don’t even look at me till we’re alone
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| Or tongues will start to wag
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| Stories will go? |
| round
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| They’ll talk behind our backs
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| We’ll never relive it down
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| Write my name in blood across your shirt
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| (May Queen)
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| Prove to me that I’m the only one
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| (May Queen)
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| And cross your heart and hope to die
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| (May Queen)
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| May God strike you dead if it’s a lie
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| (May Queen)
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| Meet me after school
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| Meet me by the fields
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| Away from prying eyes
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| Kids can be so cruel
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| Out in the fields, out in the hay
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| We’ve come this far, at days and date
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| But if we’ve heard, but if we’ve seen
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| Then you might forfeit your first kiss
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| This whole thing no one else’s business
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| (May Queen)
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| This is just a personal affair
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| (May Queen)
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| A one-off test-run for the future
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| (May Queen)
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| Wonder if I’ll feel the same tomorrow
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| (May Queen)
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| Tongues will start to wag
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| Stories will go? |
| round
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| They’ll talk behind our backs
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| We’ll never relive it down
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| Now it’s the time, now it’s the place
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| We’ve come this far, at days and date
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| But if we’ve heard, but if we’ve seen
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| Then you might forfeit your first kiss
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| May Queen |