| Go ahead and let your hands stay entwined
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| I swear I could not possibly mind
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| And when she lets down her guard
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| Don’t kiss her too hard
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| She’s sure to repay in kind
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| Don’t let your courtesy last too long
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| My love blooms when I know it’s gone
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| So if I’m in the room
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| It should be fair to assume:
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| You can both act how you want
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| And I won’t cross the line you drew
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| Cause I’m not here to compete
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| Oh and I don’t know what she tells you
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| But she’s still my girl to me
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| She’s good with quick goodbyes
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| And whenever she rolls her eyes
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| That’s her admission of guilt
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| On the temper she built
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| And for me that’s her most familiar side
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| I’m always watching my bridges burn
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| But if she didn’t leave then she can’t return
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| And I don’t know you too well
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| But it’s not too hard to tell
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| I miss her but I’m not concerned
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| And I’m glad to see that someone stayed
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| I don’t want to see her grieve
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| But it doesn’t matter what you say
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| She is still my girl to me
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| Oh that’s the way my sister might give a kiss
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| Oh, how I feel so passively missed
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| And she says in your ear, as if I wasn’t here
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| The quixote knows who he is
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| Oh, call me names if it comforts you
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| There are worst things I could be
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| But it doesn’t matter if it isn’t true-
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| She is still my girl to me |