| Dinner at eight, that sounds fine
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| I suppose that means you’ll turn up 'round nine
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| Bought a bunch of flowers just for her
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| She says the burden’s on the receiver
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| I opened the door and you walked in
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| The scent of wild jasmine
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| The room seemed to freeze in time
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| My regular table will be just fine
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| Radiant and elegant, you might be
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| But your concentration is so go-lightly
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| Both of your eyes reflectin' the moon
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| You really think you own the room
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| So what game shall we play today?
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| How about the one where you don’t get your way?
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| But even if you do, that’s okay
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| So what game shall we play today?
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| How about the one where you don’t get your way?
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| But even if you do, that’s okay
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| Try to pick it up, readin' the signs
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| It’s turnin' out to be a real good time
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| And who’d have thought that entertainment
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| Lies in the winter of your discontent
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| Now, we sit at the table, face to face
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| Queen takes pawn, check or checkmate
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| I feel your foot brush against my leg
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| I’m not that easily led
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| You flutter your eyes and you toss your hair
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| I have to say that it is kind of unfair
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| Let me tell you baby now what’s in store
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| You win the battle but I’ll win the war
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| So what game shall we play today?
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| How about the one where you don’t get your way?
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| But even if you do, that’s okay
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| So what game shall we play today?
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| How about the one where you don’t get your way?
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| But even if you do, that’s okay
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| This has been fun, I suppose
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| Although my feeling’s are all juxtaposed
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| But truth be told, I’m as fickle as hell
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| But gentlemen never kiss and tell
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| So what game shall we play today?
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| How about the one where you don’t get your way?
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| But even if you do, that’s okay
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| So what game shall we play today?
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| How about the one where you don’t get your way?
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| But even if you do, that’s okay |