| If I was your boyfriend, I’d get myself a cool car
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| And drive it to the village where you live if it ain’t too far
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| And we’d have us a heyday in your rustic nest
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| That’s if I could steal you away from your other guests
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| Course there’d be no WiFi 'cause the signal is weak
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| And the windows are drafty and your four-poster creaks
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| Or maybe I could lure you out of your country home
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| Back to the city where we could be together alone
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| If I was your boyfriend
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| If I was your boyfriend, sparks would fly
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| You’d try to be clever all the time, and baby so would I
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| You’d be outwitting my wit, keeping me perplexed
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| Poking at my personality in a game of intellectual sex
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| But I’d kinda like it, and you’d like it too
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| And we’d get to the real thing, maybe, after a month or two
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| And once we were intimate, baby, I suspect we’d find
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| I’d be tender in your arms and you’d be honey in mine
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| If I was your boyfriend
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| If I was your boyfriend, sugar, we’d have fun
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| Whether either of us turned out to be the other’s one
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| We’d go to the West End, find some music and dance
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| Dance would lead to talk and talk would lead to romance
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| We’d sashay down Soho through the glittering mob
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| Cardigan over your shoulders, hair in a funky bob
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| We’d cut through Leicester Square to see the lights explode
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| Then go buy some books on Charing Cross Road
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| If I was your boyfriend
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| If I was your boyfriend I’d screw up now and then
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| 'Cause no one gets it right all the time, especially men
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| But my heart would be loyal and my hands would be kind
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| And I’d love every turn of your far out elegant mind
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| Friday night would find us, in a hotel by the coast
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| We’d close the door behind us and I’d draw you close
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| We’d put on some Marvin to fill the room with grace
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| And make love by candlelight so we could see each others' face
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| If I was your boyfriend
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| If I was your boyfriend
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| If I was your boyfriend
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| If I was your boyfriend |