| I’m not saying it was your fault
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| Although you could have done more
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| Oh, you’re so naïve yet so
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| How could this be done
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| By such a smiling sweetheart?
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| Oh, and your sweet and pretty face
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| Is such an ugly word for something so beautiful
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| Oh, that every time I look inside
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| I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking
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| True or false, it may be, well, she’s still out to get me
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| And I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking
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| True or false, it may be, she’s still out to get me
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| I may say it was your fault
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| Because I know you could have done more
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| Oh, you’re so naïve, yet so
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| How could this be done
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| By such a smiling sweetheart?
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| Oh, and your sweet and pretty face
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| Is such an ugly word for something so beautiful
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| Oh, that every time I look inside
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| I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking
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| And true or false, it may be, well, she’s still out to get me
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| And I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking
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| True or false, it may be, she’s still out to get me
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| So how could this be done
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| By such a smiling sweetheart?
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| Oh, you’re so naïve, yet so
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| Is such an ugly thing for someone so beautiful
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| I’ll die every time you’re on his side
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| I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking
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| True or false, it may be, well, she’s still out to get me
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| And I know she knows that I’m not fond of asking
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| True or false, it may be, she’s still out to get me
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| Just don’t let me down, just don’t let me down
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| Hold on to your kite
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| Just don’t let me down, just don’t let me down
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| Hold on to your kite, hey, girl, hold on
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| Just don’t let me down, just don’t let me down
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| Hold on to this kite, let it go
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| Just don’t let me down, just don’t let me down |