| Don’t tell her that I drink tea and not coffee
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| I’d prefer if you didn’t talk at all about me
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| Even in a brief casual chat
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| Don’t tell her how I loved your smile, or things like that
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| Don’t tell her how I was your best friend
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| Don’t tell her how it could never work out in the end
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| Don’t tell her how you learned a lesson from me
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| And that’s why you have to take things slow and easy
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| If you can forgive me for my faults
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| Then maybe it can work out after all
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| I can’t stand anybody knowing me the way you do
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| And I can’t stand the thought of her knowing you
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| Don’t tell her about that camping trip we took
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| Don’t tell her how I bite my lip and never finish a book
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| Don’t tell her how I like to sleep in late
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| Or that I believe in romance and fate
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| Well, what if we meet on some cross-town street?
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| And you’ll introduce us and we’ll finally meet
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| And I’ll be alone when you’re walking away
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| And I’ll be wondering what she’s going to say
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| Well, I know we’ll never be the way we were
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| But don’t tell her
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| Don’t tell her that I’m too old for my age
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| Don’t tell her that this love of mine was just a stage
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| She doesn’t need to know my point of view
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| She’ll never love you like the way that I do |