| I get things wrong and I’m not accustomed to this
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| You think i’m looking good, that I’ve got a sharp-press tonight
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| You think I sing better than I know I do
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| You want to hold me this night
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| You want to make this look bright
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| I get things wrong and I’m not accustomed to this
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| You make me shy, I feel the sweet from your breath
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| I am a fool, but you just won’t think of it now
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| You want to love me this night, you just want to feel fine
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| I’ll give you names, I’ll call you lover again
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| I’ll whisper your name, I’ll whisper your name and again
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| I’ll steal your photographs just to know that I was
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| Actually not dreaming this time
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| That i was for real this time
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| But I get things wrong, I’m not accustomed to this
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| I wasn’t used to someone as wanting as this
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| Someone like me put a shame someone to make
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| Someone to make it alright
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| Someone to make me look bright
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| I’ll give you names, I’ll call you lover again
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| I’ll whisper your name, I’ll whisper your name and again
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| I am a fool, but you just won’t think of it now
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| You want to hold me tonight, you just want to feel fine |