| I’ve been a little reluctant
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| To share my feelings out loud
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| I’ve never done well addressing a crowd
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| But love can’t live in shadows
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| That’s not what love’s about
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| It’s time romance in the closet came out…
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| Call the times with the news
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| Tell them «Boys, stop the presses
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| I’ve got a headline for you»
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| Just say: «I certify there’s a guy
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| Whose love is true»
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| Tell the ships out at sea
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| Not to send S.O.S's
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| Everything’s fin’ly okay
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| I’m content with a gent who has sent the clouds away
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| Climb the highest church steeple
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| And tell all the folks
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| I have what they’re down on their knees for
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| I love you and…
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| It’s no secret anymore
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| Tell Dear Abbey to write
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| What she wants it won’t matter
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| Because I don’t need advice
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| What you’ve got is too hot for me not
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| To roll the dice
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| Let the rumors go wild
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| Let the gossips just chatter
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| And let the scandal commence
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| We’ll just tell them we fell and to hell
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| With common sense
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| Take a deep breath and sing it
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| All over the place
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| And then breathlessly whisper the encore
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| I love you and…
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| It’s not secret anymore
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| I’ve always played love too close to the vest
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| Trying to hide it somehow
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| Acting as if I was under arrest
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| Till now
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| Put a sign in Times Square
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| Get an internet address
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| Baby dot com turtledove
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| Ring a bell, start to yell, but just tell
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| Them we’re in love
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| Get a billboard and paint it
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| A hundred feet high
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| Tell all the world what they’re in for
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| You’re the man that I simply adore
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| I love you and…
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| It’s no secret anymore |