| Sorry ‘bout the way that I was last night
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| There was something ‘bout the crowd and the neon light
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| When I saw you holding up the station wall
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| Smiling ‘bout as pretty as a porcelain doll
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| I couldn’t help but wonder baby if you might
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| See me as a lover in the morning light
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| When you set about me like an age old friend
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| Yet kiss so soft I get scared it might end
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| But it ain’t over
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| For Casanova
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| It ain’t over
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| Love the way you love me baby when we fight
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| And I love the way you love me even when you’re right
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| Always there to get me reconciled
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| Make me feel like a free wild child
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| It ain’t over
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| For Casanova
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| It ain’t over
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| Love the way you love me baby every night
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| Yeah I love the way you love me in the morning light
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| Yeah you’re always there to get me reconciled
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| Make me feel like a free wild child |