| Oh my love, Janine
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| I’m helpless for your smile
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| Like a Polish wanderer
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| I travel ever onwards to your land
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| And were it not just for the jewels, I’d close your hand
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| Your strange demand
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| To 'collocate' my mind
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| Scares me into gloom
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| You’re too intense
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| I’ll have to keep you in your place
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| I’ve no defence
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| I’ve got to keep my veil on my face
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| Janine, Janine, you’d like to know me well
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| But I’ve got things inside my head
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| That even I can’t face
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| Janine, Janine, you’d like to crash my walls
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| But if you take an axe to me
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| You’ll kill another man
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| Not me at all
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| You’re fey, Janine
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| A tripper to the last
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| But if I catch you standing on my toes
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| I’ll have a right to shout you down
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| For you’re a lazy stream
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| In which my thoughts would drown
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| So stay, Janine
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| And we can glide along
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| I’ve caught your wings for laughs
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| I’m not obliged to read you statements of the year
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| So take your glasses off
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| And don’t act so sincere
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| Janine, Janine, you’d like to know me well
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| But I’ve got things inside my head
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| That even I can’t face
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| Janine, Janine, you’d like to crash my walls
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| But if you take an axe to me
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| You’ll kill another man
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| Not me at all |