| Now that we’re alone
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| May I tell you I’ve been feeling very strange
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| Either something’s in the air
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| Or else a change is happening in me
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| I think I know the cause
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| I hope I know the cause
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| From everything I’ve heard
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| There’s only one cause it can be
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| Love, I hear, makes you smile a lot
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| Also love, I hear, leaves you weak
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| Love, I heart, makes you blush and turns you ashen
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| You try to speak with passion, and squeak, I hear
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| Love, they say, makes you pine away
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| But you pine away with an idiotic grin
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| I pine, I blush, I squeak, I squawk
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| Today I woke too weak to walk
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| What’s love? |
| I hear, I feel, I fear, I’m in
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| Love, they say, makes you pine away
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| But you pine away with an idiotic grin
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| I’m dazed, I’m pale, I’m sick, I’m sore
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| I’ve never felt so well before
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| What’s love? |
| I hear
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| I feel, I fear
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| I know I am
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| I’m sure, I mean
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| I hope, I trust
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| I pray, I must be in
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| Forgive me if I shout
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| Forgive me if I crow
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| I’ve only just found out, and
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| Well, I thought you ought to know |