| I could be the lover
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| Of anybody but her
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| I could be the lover
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| Of anybody but her
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| I see her every morning
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| And watch her fingers forming
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| Shapes that are as graceful
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| As a baby’s face full
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| Of hope until it turns to
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| A neediness that burns through
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| Your heart like it was butter
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| In the mouth of someone’s mother
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| Betty’s body, Betty’s body
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| Betty’s body, Betty’s body
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| A certain scent of perfume
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| Makes me think of her room
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| And how I’d like to be there
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| Lightly touching her bare
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| Back and gently soaking
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| In the sweet unspoken
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| I could be her lover
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| If it weren’t for Mother
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| Betty, Betty
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| If you met me, you’d forget me
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| Betty, Betty
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| I am so shy, every day I
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| Secretly cry since my mom died
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| Anybody but Betty (x4)
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| I could be the lover
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| Of anybody but her
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| I could be her lover
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| If it weren’t for Mother |