| Well, well, well, well, well
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| Well, well, well, well, well, well
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| Wonders never cease
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| She loves me and to my amazement I love it
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| Knowing that she loves me
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| She loves me, true, she doesn’t show it
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| How could she, when she doesn’t know it?
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| Yesterday she loathe me
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| Now today she likes me
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| And tomorrow and tomorrow
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| My teeth ache from the urge to touch her
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| I’m speechless for I mustn’t tell her
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| It’s wrong now but it won’t be long now
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| Hope my love discovers
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| That she and I are lovers
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| Imagine how surprised she’s bound to be
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| She loves me
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| She loves me and loves
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| She don’t show it, how could she?
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| She don’t know it
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| Tomorrow
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| I’m tingling such delicious tingles
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| I’m trembling
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| What the heck does that mean?
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| I’m freezing, that’s because it’s cold out
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| But still I’m incandescent
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| And like some adolescent
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| I’d like to scrawl on every word I see
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| She loves me, she loves me
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| She loves, loves, loves me
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| Why don’t you show it? |