| Her eyes seem tucker than mine
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| Her lips are fuller than mine
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| Her hair much longer than mine
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| Hips more petty than mine
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| The clash is flatter
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| Her skin seems thougher
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| Her mouth is more defined than mine
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| Her lust seems depper, depper and stronger
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| But her love’s not better than mine
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| Is it that mighty and shine?
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| Was I just too much tight?
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| Was my voice too cheerful to dull?
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| Was my heart too much for one?
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| Her weeks seem more fun than mine
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| Her moods more temper than mine
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| Her touch more gentle than mine
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| Her kiss appears more tender than mine
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| Her style seems cheaper
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| Her manner weaker
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| Her charm is less apparently than mine
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| Her? |
| seems cleaner, cleaner and looser
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| Cause her heart’s not better than mine
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| Seems mine is now free to?
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| Seems mine for anyone
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| Seems after all this time
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| No one’s could be much sweeter
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| No love could be much deeper
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| No heart could be much weaker
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| Than mine. |