| True, I’d give my right arm
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| To keep you safe from harm
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| And true, for you, I’d move to Ecuador
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| And I’d keep a little farm
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| Chop wood to keep you warm
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| But I don’t really love you anymore
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| I don’t have to love you now if I don’t wish to
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| I won’t see you anyhow if that’s an issue
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| Because I am a gentleman
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| Think of me as just your fan
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| Who remembers every dress you ever wore.
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| Just the bad comedian
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| Your new boyfriend’s better than
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| 'Cos I don’t really love you anymore.
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| There’ll be someday when your eyes do not enthrall me,
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| I’ll be numb but realize you’ll never call me.
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| 'Cos I’ve read your horoscope
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| And now I’ve given up all hope
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| So I don’t really love you anymore
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| 'Cos I’ve read your horoscope
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| And now I’ve given up all hope
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| So I don’t really love you anymore. |