| Gentle lady, please don’t cry
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| Loves just weary, it won’t die
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| I’m enchanted by you
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| I’m disenchanted by me
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| Gentle lady, please don’t sing
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| That love won’t give you anything
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| Growing old is calling
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| Growing up is boring
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| Gentle lady, please don’t cry
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| Or I will
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| Love you forever until I don’t
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| Love you forever until you won’t
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| And if forever seems too short
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| Then we’ll regret the times we fought
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| Say you love me if you dare
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| So scared I’ll hurt you or won’t care
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| But you keep playing hard to get
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| To my lovesick etiquette
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| We celebrate the new year well
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| Like two young virgins for a spell
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| But when the spell begins to fade
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| Will we forget that love’s been made?
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| Say you love me if you dare
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| So I can
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| Mundane to Friday, you wear your cashmere sweaters
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| And leave my love letters at home
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| But when comes payday you wave my letters
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| Like some kind of final demand
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| How can I make you understand that I’ll
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| Yes, you will, you will regret it |