| It never felt, like it felt when I felt it
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| For the first time with you
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| And you know I wouldn’t lie
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| Now I’m standing by the fountain
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| And I’m counting all the sunken coins
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| Maybe they know what it’s like
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| To be a stain on your shirt
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| And a hole in your jeans
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| To be a speckle of dirt
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| On your dress so clean
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| Because I give you my all
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| But you give nothing to me
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| So go on, do what you like
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| You never meant what you said
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| But you said it 'cause you’ve had one or two
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| And I know that’s what you’re like
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| Now I’m standing by the wall, feeling small
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| As you’re working the room
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| And I know that he’s your type
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| With his tight fitted shirt
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| And his designer jeans
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| Well you treat me like dirt
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| I treat you like a queen
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| You have the time in the world
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| And not a second for me
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| So go on
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| You took me to the party
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| I don’t know anybody
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| But I’ll wait for you
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| Yeah you left me here alone
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| And you’re not answering your phone
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| And still I’ll wait for you
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| Because the taxi’s just a fiver
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| But I’m your designated driver
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| And I’ll wait for you
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| Because tonight could be the night
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| When you realize this is right
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| And so I’ll wait for you
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| So no smoking, no drinking
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| Straight thinking 'cause
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| I’m driving you home
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| And I think your coat’s upstairs
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| Now I’m standing on the landing
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| And I’m staring through an open door
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| I can’t believe it’s you in there
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| With an unbuttoned shirt
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| And your hands down his jeans
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| Well you treat me like dirt
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| But your hands stay clean
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| Because I give you my all
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| But you give nothing to me
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| So go on, do what you like
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| Do what you like to me |