There are all kinds of things I could ask you if I choose
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But I don't do I dear good intentions don't survive here
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No instead my requests tend to be dumb as hell
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Move in close, closer still, I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin
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I swear at you 'cos I believe that sweet talk like candy rots teeth
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No Hallelujahs, or gifted voices
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To sing your praises I'd be walking on wheels
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No whoops or war crys or caramias
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All translations will read "Marry me now"
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Well I sing to express my belief that sweet talk like candy rots teeth
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With his hand on his heart, it's a posing place
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While draining the mystery from your face
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He admits all he's chasing is the chase
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But you won't let him run
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You make him suffer for all he's gone done
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He'll still be hurting when the kingdom comes
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Move in close till you see, he only wants what he can't have
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So when he gets it he's good as bad
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Move in close, closer still, I hear the songs of Georgie Gershwin
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Oh Hallelujah, how I'm walking on wheels
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Hallelujah
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Prefab Sprout |