| Oh, mi amour, steady here, ready, go
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| Heaven know that I’m sinkin'
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| He’s been gone before, maybe ten times more
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| I don’t know, but I miss him
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| I wonder, though, if I don’t know what he needs from me
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| When parting is so real, non-refundable
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| Bet he don’t know what it means to me to be
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| Oh, mi amour, steady here, ready, go
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| Heaven know what it’s taught me
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| He’s heard it before, mainly I keep score
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| So he knows that he loves me
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| I wonder, though, if I don’t know what he needs from me
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| When parting is so real, non-refundable
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| Bet he don’t know what it means to me to be
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| Could heaven please send him this second
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| Right up to my front doorstep?
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| Heaven, please send him this second
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| Right up to my front door
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| I wonder, though, if I don’t know what he needs from me
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| When parting is so real, non-refundable
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| Bet he don’t know what it means to be me
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| I wonder more, I wonder more
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| I wonder, though, if he don’t know
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| What it means for me to be his girl |