come again
Oh boy you better be joking or do you think I'm mad
That I would ever contemplate, ever coming back
To hear it all again and watch your wandering whims
Your eyes never convinced me that you could be my man
So remember, don't be getting close over here
I'll help you with your coat
I see the glimmer, I see the hope, I see your pride
Let me introduce you to mine
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