| Hope I meet you on a good day
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| When I’m feeling all myself
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| Don’t be startled if I runaway
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| Especially if you smile and really ring my bell
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| Hope you take it in a good way
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| When I show myself to you
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| I wouldn’t worry about it anyway
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| I have soft skin and scars are nothing new
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| Please, no promises, don’t wanna hear the words
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| Nothing you can say that I haven’t already heard
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| Please, no promises, let’s just pass the time
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| Come and sit with me and give me your eyes
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| We can find ourselves a quiet room
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| And let our hands run free
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| You can tickle underneath my arm
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| All the way down to behind my bended knee
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| Please, no promises, don’t wanna hear the words
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| Nothing you can say that I haven’t already heard
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| Please, no promises, let’s just pass the time
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| Come and sit with me and give me your eyes
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| When we made ourselves that quiet place
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| And the world was just us two
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| I hope that you won’t runaway
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| We can stay there
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| And make us something new |