| Two lovers stop for kisses on a wall
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| She asked him, «Never leave me»
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| He tells her that he won’t
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| But the boy is young and foolish and knows it all
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| And he puts it about when he goes out
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| Stories they get told
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| And stories, yeah stories get told
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| It’s in his nature, his misbehavior and misdemeanors
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| The boy ain’t no genius, he keeps her on her toes
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| It’s in his nature, his misbehavior, and misdemeanors
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| The boy ain’t no genius, he keeps her on her toes
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| And these lovers trip
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| And stumble down the road
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| And on the grass they fumble round
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| Like a flower their love grows
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| And by the flower grows a weed
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| And not the kind you smoke
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| It raises up its ugly head
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| Our lovers are in a choke hold
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| Two lovers, two lovers in a hold
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| It’s in his nature, his misbehavior and misdemeanors
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| The boy ain’t no genius, he keeps her on her toes
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| It’s in his nature, his misbehavior and misdemeanors
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| The boy ain’t no genius, he just keeps her on her toes
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| And I bet a bad thought don’t cross her mind
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| And if it does, she just discards it till it’s gone away
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| I bet of all of her, she sees, she feels
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| And there’s somewhere that she stores it till it’s gone away
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| Till it’s gone away, till it’s gone away
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| And it’s in his nature, his misbehavior and misdemeanors
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| The boy ain’t no genius, he keeps her on her toes
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| It’s in his nature, his misbehavior and misdemeanors
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| The boy ain’t no genius, he keeps her on her toes
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| It’s in his nature, his misbehavior and misdemeanors
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| The boy ain’t no genius, he keeps her on her toes
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| It’s in his nature, his misbehavior and misdemeanors
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| The boy ain’t no genius, he keeps her on her toes
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| On her toes
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| Said the boy ain’t no genius but he keeps her on her toes
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| Two lovers stop for kisses on a wall
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| She asked him, «Never leave me»
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| He tells her that he won’t |