| I remember the first night I met you
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| You brushed past my arm at the bar
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| And suddenly it was like somebody somewhere
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| Scraped their keys down the side of my heart
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| Heart that been stuck in traffic
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| And someone interminably unchanging red light
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| You’ve beckoned me off down a side street
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| And I followed you into the night
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| You’re weary and you wise like Athena
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| Like Artemis, you’re wild and you’re free
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| You’re carrying yourself like you’re Hera
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| But quietly you’ll always be little Aphrodite to me
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| Now I remember on the first night I met you
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| How could I ever forget?
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| You were trading my drinks for across-the-bar winks
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| Like some rumour that I haven’t heard yet
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| When I stumble onto you outside
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| I said I was sorry but that was kind of a lie
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| I’ve been waiting for you
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| And I knew that you knew
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| You still laughed, you still acted surprised
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| And it’s lamely ridiculous for me to be said that I’m sure
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| But if I had an apple to give
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| Then it would be yours
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| And the others would rage as I turned them away
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| But you’ve followed me down to the shore
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| And for you I’d start a war
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| So darling, yes, I’m sure
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| Cause you’re weary and you wise like Athena
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| Like Artemis, you’re wild and you’re free
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| You’re carrying yourself like you’re Hera
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| But quietly you’ll always be little Aphrodite to me |