| The air is so cold tonight
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| Here, let me put my arm around you
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| I’ve never seen you looking quite
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| So winsome
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| It feels like I’m sixteen again
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| Secret touches when no-body sees
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| And I don’t even like champagne
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| But I’ll drink some
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| Your skin is so cold to touch
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| Well, you know, you’d be a whole lot warmer in my bed
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| Oh, have I just said too much?
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| Well, don’t listen!
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| Explanations are not required
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| Just two bottles of St. Emilion
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| And your eyes do look very tired
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| But they still glisten
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| You’re laughing at things I say
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| Then, suddenly, you’re staring into space
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| I’d really like you to stay
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| Now I’m feeling bolder
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| But you’re telling me little tales
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| And I think there are lots of things that I should know
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| Just keep running your fingernails
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| Across my shoulder
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| The phone’s ringing at 3 a. |
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| Well, if you know who it is, why don’t you go?
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| It’s because you don’t want to speak to them
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| While I am near you
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| And I know where you want to be
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| You’re in my hands but I just bet you’ll slip away
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| You’ll trickle like mercury
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| And I won’t hear you
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| Tonight I’ll do just what you say
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| Tomorrow is another day
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| You don’t have to tell me anything
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| I won’t make you tell me anything |