| Please don’t speak
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| Don’t make a peep and wake her vacant spark
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| Please don’t eek
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| Don’t make a creak and shake her aching heart
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| She’s so sweet
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| Don’t make a scene and break her brazen charm
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| She’s so weak
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| Just leave her be, a ways away from harm
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| Stop with gawking
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| Making mockeries to seize the light
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| Stop with talk
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| Your gaping chops will taunt and tease her might
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| Soft like cotton
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| Breaking constantly, she has tears to wipe
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| Watched her blossom, oh
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| Worth your ear, huh?
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| Hurts to hear, huh?
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| Hold your mutter
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| If you love her, leave these dreams to grow
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| Hold your blunder
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| She won’t run from greed with reek of hope
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| Fold like butter
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| Under summer breeze, a pleasing cold
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| Phoney lover, no
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| Worth your ear, huh?
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| Hurts to hear, huh?
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| Worth your ear, huh?
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| Hurts to hear, huh?
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| Wait up, sir
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| What have you heard?
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| That sounds absurd
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| For I’m not hurt
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| I have lost my pearls
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| Both my pearls |