| Don’t make me beg for your kisses,
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| Beg for your tender embrace,
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| I want your love, not your sympathy,
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| Please don’t make a beggar of me.
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| Since I looked in your direction,
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| Your tenderness is all I seem to crave.
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| But when I look for your affection,
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| You smile, my dear, and tell me to behave.
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| Don’t make me beg for your kisses,
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| Beg for your tender embrace,
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| I want your love, not your sympathy,
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| Please don’t make a beggar of me.
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| While I sigh and keep confessing,
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| The love I have for you will never die,
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| Somehow you always keep me guessing,
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| And wond’ring just how long I’ll have to cry.
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| Don’t make me beg for your kisses,
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| Beg for your tender embrace.
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| I want your love, not your sympathy,
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| Please don’t make a beggar of me. |