| Tiny goddess wrapped in lace
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| That certain smile upon your face
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| Is telling me what’s to be
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| When you leave
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| In a room just five foot eight
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| I sit alone and I will wait
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| To hear from you if you do decide to
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| Don’t try to humour me
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| With letters I can’t read
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| Don’t sympathise with me
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| Don’t try to be discreet
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| Photograph that’s in my case
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| Will travel with me every place
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| Reminding me what to be for you love
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| Orchards smell of sweet perfume
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| The mountainside is now in bloom
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| And I am here waiting for your company
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| Don’t try to humour me
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| With letters I can’t read
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| The clock’s at half past three
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| It’s stopped to wake like me
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| Photograph that’s in my case
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| Will travel with me every place
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| Reminding me what to be for you love
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| Tiny goddess wrapped in lace
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| That certain smile upon your face
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| Is telling me what’s to be
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| When you leave |