| You’re going to give yourself away
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| One of these nights
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| Your gaze of compassion
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| Just a little too right
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| Your hug of encouragement
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| A little too tight
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| And then he’ll know
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| It’s in the little things betrayed
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| You’re going to give yourself away
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| To some Casanova
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| On the spills and stains
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| Of a backstage sofa
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| He’ll catch you yawning with one leg over
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| And there’s the sin
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| Must be the enemy within
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| A slip of the tongue
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| A squeeze of the hand
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| There’s glycerine in the tear
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| Rouge in the blush
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| Your artful stammer
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| A little too rushed
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| All passion to the eye
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| All cold to the touch
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| And then he’ll guess
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| Your mind has drifted in the kiss
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| There’s a chink in your armour
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| A crack in your defenses
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| When your iron will
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| Gives way to your senses
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| Your whispered sweet nothings
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| All sound like expenses
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| And that’s enough
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| He won’t believe your words of love
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| And that’s the way that it shows
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| Yes, that’s the way that it shows
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| That’s the way that it shows
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| It’s the — That’s the way that it shows
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| A slip of the tongue
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| A squeeze of the hand
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| That’s the way that it shows |