| Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well,
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| Will wonders never cease?
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| I didn’t like her.
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| Didn’t like her? |
| I couldn’t stand her.
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| Couldn’t stand her? |
| I wouldn’t have her.
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| I never knew her.
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| But now I do, and I would, and I could, and I know!
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| She loves me and to my amazement
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| I love it, knowing that she loves me.
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| She loves me. |
| True, she doesn’t show it.
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| How could she, when she doesn’t know it?
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| Yesterday she loathed me, bah!
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| But today she likes me, ah!
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| And tomorrow.
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| Tomorrow, ah.
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| My teeth ache from the urge to touch her.
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| I’m speechless, for I mustn’t tell her.
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| It’s wrong now, but it won’t be long now
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| Before my love discovers
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| That she and I are lovers.
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| Imagine how surprised she’s bound to be.
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| She loves me!
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| She loves me!
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| I love her, isn’t that wonder?
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| I wonder why I didn’t want her?
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| I want her. |
| That’s the thing that matters.
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| And matters are improving daily.
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| Yesterday I loathed her, bah!
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| But today I love her, ha!
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| And tomorrow,
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| Tomorrow, ah!
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| I’m tingling. |
| Such delicious tingles.
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| I’m trembling. |
| What the hell does that mean?
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| I’m freezing. |
| That’s because it’s cold out.
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| And still I’m incandescent
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| And like some adolescent.
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| I’d like to scrawl on every wall I see.
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| She loves me.
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| She loves me! |