| She remembers the night they first were alone
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| When he took her home and he said,
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| «I need you, won’t you stay?»
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| And all through the night his eyes had a light
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| That burned very bright and she hoped
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| His words weren’t well read lines
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| A little ill at ease she whispered «Baby, please…
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| Treat me gently in the morning
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| Take my heart but stay with me
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| Treat me gently in the morning, please"
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| Her mamma said, «Silly girl you should marry him or leave
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| He’ll only make you grieve when he decides it’s over
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| Wake up child»
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| But the years fell away, they grew closer they found
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| Though they had their ups and downs just like lovers do
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| Still she’d say, «It's okay to fight, when were alone late at night
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| I’ll always say…
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| Treat me gently in the morning
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| Take my heart but stay with me
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| Treat me gently in the morning, please"
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| It all went so fast one day he went away
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| He said St. Tropez but he died that winter in a plane
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| The last thing he sent was a postcard from Rome
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| It read, «I'm coming home, Lady, I love you»
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| And under his name was a P. S. that read
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| Very simply it said…
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| Treat me gently in the morning
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| I can’t live another night
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| Treat me gently in the morning
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| I’ll be on that plane tonight. |