| There, I see him, I swore I’d walk on by him
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| But I cannot resist and stop to admire him
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| But when evening’s here, my heart it sighs
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| And then I’m clear; |
| tomorrow I’ll be wise
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| But there I see him, he smiles and I am beneath him
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| My ears they long to hear him
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| But when evening’s here, my heart it sighs
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| And then I’m clear; |
| tomorrow I’ll be wise
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| Until I see him, I take a chance and then I’ve told him
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| A tender glance and then I hold him
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| But when evening’s here, my heart it sighs
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| And then I’m clear; |
| tomorrow I’ll be wise
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| But there I see him, and there and then I knew I miss him
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| I take his hand and then I kiss him
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| But when evening’s here, my heart it sighs
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| And then I’m clear; |
| tomorrow I’ll be wise
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| But there I see him, alas I was wrong, how I perceived him
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| Another girl, she has received him
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| Oh my poor heart almost believed him
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| But when evening’s here, my heart it sighs
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| And then I’m clear; |
| tomorrow I’ll be wise |