| Have you seen me? |
| I am your lover-to-be
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| You might run into the street
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| You look back for one more peek
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| It’s okay by me, it’s okay by me
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| It’s okay by me, it’s okay by me
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| Oh, I am your lover-to-be
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| Never before, never again
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| Will you see such a special man
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| All peachy-keen, all peachy-keen
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| All peachy-keen, all peachy-keen, oh
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| You can trust me, I am your lover-to-be
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| You act afraid and nervously coy
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| Because I’m someone you might enjoy, oh
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| That’s me, that’s me, that’s me, oh
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| Ayy, ayy, oh, oh
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| I am your lover-to-be
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| You say, «God, spare me this corruptor»
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| God says, «You don’t know how lucky you are»
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| The paragon knows, the paragon knows
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| The paragon knows, the paragon knows
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| I have nothing to say, I am your lover-to-be
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| Might not be Thursday, it might not be Friday
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| But soon, I’ll have you my way
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| Of good Italian stock, mmm, lover-to-be
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| The way you girlishly, boyishly hide
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| Is not very much to describe
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| Oh, oh, oh, I have nothing to say, I am
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| What is money compared to love?
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| It is Godless, sexless, stupid and sequestered
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| Finally, finally
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| Oh, finally, I am your lover-to-be
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| I have thrashed all the boozers in town
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| And it’s your turn now |