| You can laugh when I cry. |
| You may laugh the day I die. |
| You’re such a pill
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| And fit to kill
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| But STILL, I ADORE YOU
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| When I stumble home to bed
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| And my arm bumps some strange head. |
| I get mad
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| To think I’ve been had
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| But STILL, I ADORE YOU
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| My skin gets such a glow
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| With the joy your kisses bring to me. |
| Such joy: it’s easy to say «no»
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| To every toy that tries to cling to me. |
| They couldn’t mean a thing to me
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| I should buy myself a knife
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| And simply cut you from my life. |
| I wish I could
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| You’re just no damn good
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| But STILL, I ADORE YOU
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| (Instrumental Break)
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| It’s not the time or place
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| To count the ways you’ve made a fool of me. |
| Such ways: I can scarcely show my
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| face
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| And though you can’t help but be cruel to me, Still, you’re such a jewel to me
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| Though you joke when I weep, If I spoke in my sleep. |
| Plain as day
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| You would hear me say:
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| «But STILL, I ADORE YOU.»
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| Plain as day
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| You’d hear me say:
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| «But STILL, I ADORE YOU.» |