| Women know protraction
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| As they cut it into sections
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| She’s just splitting
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| All throughout the crazy action
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| Counting every fraction every bird that flies
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| Keeps watching her eyes
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| He’s just watching her eyes
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| He keeps watching her eyes
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| Can’t stop watching her eyes
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| But his time is running short
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| Making sure of what he’s got
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| He’s not moving much
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| Seems so hard in this strange weather
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| To try to live without a lover
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| Or a loving touch
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| He keeps watching her eyes
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| He keeps watching her eyes
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| He keeps watching her eyes
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| He keeps watching her eyes
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| He feels the movement
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| He feels the passion
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| Takes no relaxation
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| Yields only tension
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| They take their pleasure
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| They give no concession
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| Give no indication
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| You get no information
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| She telephones a friend
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| Who takes her to the railway where the water’s fall
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| Can’t think of any reason
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| It’s just the changing of the season
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| So he watches walls
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| No more watching her eyes
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| No more watching her eyes
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| No more watching her eyes
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| No more watching those eyes
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| He feels the movement, feels the passion, feels the relaxation
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| No more watching her eyes
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| He takes the pleasure, no concession, indication, information
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| No more watching her eyes
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| No more
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| No more watching her eyes
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| He’s taking the lies away
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| Taking the lies away |