| And when I turn round to glance at you, you’re staring
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| And your eyes are such a perfect blue that I can’t look away
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| Did I get shy?
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| Maybe I didn’t make it clear, but, darling, I think I’ll always want you near
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| Because, when I’m away from you, it’s like something’s missing
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| That sounds drippy but I swear it’s true
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| You just appeared and, no, it wasn’t rehearsed, there really was no warning
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| Now you’re the first thing in my head each morning
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| And the more I have, the more I want you
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| The more you smile, the more I know that I’ll never make you sad
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| But I should warn you that I just might never let you out of my sight
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| I’m not sure just what I did to deserve you
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| I’m not complaining, God forbid, I just don’t understand!
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| Tell me why haven’t you had enough of me?
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| How have I managed to you make you love me?
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| The more I have, the more I want you
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| The more you smile, the more I know that I’ll never make you sad
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| But I should warn you that I just might never let you out of my sight |