| I didn’t know what day it was
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| when you walked into the room
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| I said hello unnoticed
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| You said goodbye too soon
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| Breezing through the clientele
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| spinning yarns that were so lyrical
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| I really must confess right here
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| the attraction was purely physical
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| I took all those habits of yours
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| that in the beginning were hard to accept
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| Your fashion sense, Beardsly prints
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| I put down to experience
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| The big bosomed lady with the Dutch accent
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| who tried to change my point of view
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| Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed
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| but my heart cried out for you
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| Chorus:
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| You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
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| You’ll be my breath should I grow old
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| You are my lover, you’re my best friend
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| You’re in my soul
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| My love for you is immeasurable
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| My respect for you immense
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| You’re ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
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| You’re beauty and elegance
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| You’re a rhapsody, a comedy
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| You’re a symphony and a play
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| You’re every love song ever written
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| But honey what do you see in me
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| (Chorus)
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| You’re an essay in glamour
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| Please pardon the grammar
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| but you’re every schoolboy’s dream
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| You’re Celtic, United, but baby I’ve decided
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| You’re the best team I’ve ever seen
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| And there have been many affairs
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| Many times I’ve thought to leave
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| But I bite my lip and turn around
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| 'cause you’re the warmest thing I’ve ever found
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| (Chorus) |