| How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?
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| He’ll have to go
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| So, too, the bunch he luncheons with
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| It’s second on my list of things to do
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| At the top is stopping by
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| Your place of work and acting like
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| I haven’t dreamed of you and I
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| And marriage in an orange grove
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| You are the only thing
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| In any room you’re ever in
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| I’m stubborn, selfish and too old
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| I sat you down and told you how
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| The truest love that’s ever found is for oneself
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| You pulled apart my theory
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| With a weary and disinterested sigh
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| So yes, I guess I’m asking you
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| To back a horse that’s good for glue and nothing else
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| But find a man that’s truer than
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| Find a man that needs you more than I
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| Sit with me a while
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| And let me listen to you talk about
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| Your dreams and your obsessions
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| I’ll be quiet and confessional
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| The violets explode inside me
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| When I meet your eyes
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| Then I’m spinning and I’m diving
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| Like a cloud of starlings
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| Darling, is this love? |