| This was supposed to be the big love scene
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| Where the music gets intense
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| Vaseline round the lens
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| You’re supposed to be too weak to resist me
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| Your heart’s supposed to flip
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| But you didn’t read the script
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| It should be like Hollywood heaven now
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| With 'happy ending' in letters written so large
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| But you don’t want my heart, you want my head
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| In a basket, like Madame Defarge
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| And fade to black
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| And fade to black
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| We were supposed to ride into the sunset
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| A few more kisses stole
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| As the end credits roll
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| And find that little cottage in the valley
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| And we’d hang up our spurs
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| For towels marked His and Hers
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| You were on me like flies on a birthday cake
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| How did I get to figure you so wrong?
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| If I touch you now I might get frostbite
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| We’ve gone from so warm to so long
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| This was supposed to be the big love scene
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| Now I’ll walk away with a shrug
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| As the studio pulls the plug
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| The Hallmark channel may call you
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| And they’ll be no looking back
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| You’ll hardly have to act
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| And fade to black
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| And fade to black |