| Your lips are sealed, your mouth is dry
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| Your tongue is well and truly tied
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| And so you bottle up inside
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| The feeling you’ve got
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| She’s your moon, she’s your sun
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| She could even be the one
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| Best regret the things you’ve done
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| Than those you have not
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| Don’t hold back today
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| Don’t wait for tomorrow
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| Don’t let her get away
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| Lie, beg, steal or borrow,
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| Cos all is fair
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| Yeah, all is fair
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| You want to taste her honey lips
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| You want to be her chocolate chips
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| You want to catch her as she slips
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| Through your fingers
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| And very soon, before you know
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| You’ll be «Jilted Romeo»
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| On some day time T.V. show
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| Like Jerry Springer’s
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| Don’t hold back today
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| Don’t wait for tomorrow
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| Don’t let her get away
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| Lie, beg, steal or borrow,
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| Cos all is fair
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| Yeah, all is fair
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| So ask her out, you’ll never guess
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| She could say no, she could say yes
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| But you won’t see the show unless
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| You buy a ticket
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| Will she fall under your spell
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| Will she blush and say farewell
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| Or will she smile at you and tell
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| You where to stick it?
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| Don’t hold back today
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| Don’t wait for tomorrow
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| Don’t let her get away
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| Lie, beg, steal or borrow,
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| Cos all is fair |