| Oh, every time I pass you I’m
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| Inclined to look away
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| I don’t know why, but some day
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| I will turn my head and say
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| Excuse me miss, but this glove is
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| It the one that you’ve just dropped
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| And you’ll reply by saying O Šf course?
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| Or in as many words et lost?
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| I’ve never been successful
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| I mean with girls of my own age
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| They like the food and the wines I choose
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| But after that I’m afraid
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| That in the art of making love
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| I’m really so naive it’s not true
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| I usually pretend I’m too tired
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| And then fall asleep as proof
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| And by the sound of things
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| It looks as though I’m doomed
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| To spend the rest of my life living in one room
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| Dreaming of how one cold and windy night quite cooly
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| Sophia Loren seduced me
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| My name is John, I’m twenty one
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| I drive a Ford Cortina estate
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| If you’d care to join me in my room
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| I’ll show you my license plate |