| I don’t know why
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| I always act as a fool,
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| everytime
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| I get close to you
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| My head start (s) to aching
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| My knees start to shaking
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| If this is love,
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| I’d rather have the blue (s)
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| Now, everytime
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| I hear you call my name
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| I jump so high,
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| you can call me Superman
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| You could sign my name
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| if they see you coming
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| at my bank
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| If this is love,
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| I’d rather have the blue (s)
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| Our love was a two-way street
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| But from where I’m sitting,
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| and what I’m getting,
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| it’s all one-way to me, ooh, yeah, la !
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| (acoustic guitar solo)
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| Well, I’ve been told
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| true love is blind, ooh !
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| When it comes to me,
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| I ain’t lyin',
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| you must be blind
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| in one eye
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| I think you know
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| you got yourself a fool, that’s right !
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| You could change my name
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| and call me honey do Honey, do this
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| Honey, do that
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| Honey, go buy me a pink cadillac
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| Whether this is love,
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| baby, I got the blue (s)
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| If this is love,
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| I’d rather have the blue (s)
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| If this is love,
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| I’d rather have the blue (s) |