| I’m ushered in by the maître d'
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| His tone of voice don’t appeal to me
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| I’ve lost my glimmer and my flair
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| I miss her star-crossed love affair
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| When I sleep at night I twist and turn
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| And I dream about your sweet return
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| 'cause I don’t need a lot if I got you
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| There’s nothing I can do without you
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| We talk and drink cheap chardonnay
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| Let’s skip dessert, let’s get on our way
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| My life was grey and out of tune
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| You make me sway, you make me swoon
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| When I sleep at night I twist and turn
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| And I dream about your sweet return
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| 'cause I don’t need a lot if I got you
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| There’s nothing I can do without you
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| Without you
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| Without you
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| I’m nothing without you
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| When I sleep at night I twist and turn
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| And I dream about your sweet return
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| You’re the real mccoy, you’re bona fide
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| You send me reeling on a carpet ride
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| When I sleep at night I twist and turn
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| And I dream about your sweet return
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| 'cause I don’t need a lot if I got you
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| There’s nothing I can do without you
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| Nothing I can do without you |