| What if I told you I love you?
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| What if I court you with rhyme?
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| In this world there’s nothing left
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| Well, nothing that’s new
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| What if I told you, without you
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| Loving is simply a lie?
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| I’m belching blues into the night
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| Oh, tell me you’re mine
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| Please say it’s true
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| Oh, shame it’s over
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| I was the last of the days of them all
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| Well, push me over
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| I’m flat on my back but I’m having a ball
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| And just look who’s laughing
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| What if I flew like a dove, dear?
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| What if I wooed you in rhyme?
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| There’s nothing left
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| Nothing that’s good left for me now
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| Oh, I’ll just go and sleep with strangers
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| I’ll live like a lord in a tower
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| Carouse in the sin, take in too much air
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| And I can’t dream at night
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| Well, not anymore
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| Oh, shame it’s over
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| It’s been such fun and we’ve had a ball
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| Well, push me over
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| But I’ll be the last of people to fall
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| Well, just look who’s laughing
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| Oh, shame it’s over
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| Howl like a cow bloated on grass
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| Well, push me over
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| Me on my back and you on your arse
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| Such a shame it’s all over
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| There are so few days left to grasp
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| So push me over
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| Me on my back and you on your lazy old arse
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| Well, just look who’s laughing |