| Sweetheart, wasn’t there a moon
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| Wasn’t it in June I met you
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| Sweetheart, wasn’t that the start
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| Things began to happen to my hungry heart
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| You had me spellbound, bewildered by your charms
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| Heaven or hell bound I must be in your arms
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| Tell me am I only moonstruck
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| Or is this really love
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| Each time you kiss me you thrill me to the sky
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| Why should such bliss be so hard to analyse
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| Tell me am I only moonstruck
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| Or is this really love
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| What is this thing that attracts me, distracts me
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| Just like a mysterious game
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| What is this strange new flame
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| I cannot seem to name
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| Though I endeavour I just can’t see the light
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| Will it last forever or only for tonight
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| Tell me am I only moonstruck
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| Or is this really love
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| What is this thing that attracts me, distracts me
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| Just like a mysterious game
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| What is this strange new flame
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| I cannot seem to name
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| Though I endeavour I just can’t see the light
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| Will it last forever or only for tonight
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| Tell me am I only moonstruck
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| Or is this really love |