| Your other love buys you pretty clothes
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| And all the fine things
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| That heaven only knows
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| That I wish I could
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| Your other love dances and sing
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| Swings, and says all the pretty little things
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| That a playboy should
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| He’s got money, he’s got charm
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| And when you’re walking arm in arm
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| It hurts me so
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| But I just want you to know:
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| It’s not easy, Heaven knows I’ve tried
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| To wish the best for you
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| And push myself aside
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| Well, it takes the greatest love
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| That you’l never find
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| To let you walk away
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| Leaving me behind
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| And that’s the gratest love
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| Yes, it is!
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| Your other love, he’s got the power
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| To entertain you each and every hour
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| Of the day and night
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| Your other love, he’s got the ways
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| The means, to show you all the wild things
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| When the lights are bright
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| Oh, love should never be possesed
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| So don’t you cry or be depressed
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| You’re free to go
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| But I just want you to know:
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| It’s not easy, Heaven knows I’ve tried
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| To wish the best for you
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| And push myself aside
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| Well, it takes the greatest love
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| That you’l never find
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| To let you walk away
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| Leaving me behind
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| And that’s the gratest love
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| Yes, it is! |