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alan doesn't understand her |
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he only thinks in numbers |
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he only drinks in restaurants |
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where the girls are fully covered |
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and he can't trust his yearnings |
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and he doesn't like pretending |
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his tempers stretched so much by work |
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his heart needs gentle rending |
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he calls her the chocolate girl |
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'cause he thinks she melts when he touches her |
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she knows she's the chocolate girl |
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'cause she's broken up and swallowed |
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and wrapped in bits of silver |
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alan doesn't understand this |
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he says he's only human |
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so he still lights up with old flames |
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as if to try and prove it |
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and he doesn't like emotion |
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he's not certain of their ardour |
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if pouting causes so much fun |
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then breaking hearts is harder |
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he calls her the chocolate girl |
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'cause he thinks she melts when he touches her |
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she knows she's the chocolate girl |
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'cause she's broken up and swallowed |
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and wrapped in bits of silver |
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alan doesn't understand her |
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he thinks its getting harder |
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so he spends the night with old friends |
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underneath the covers |
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and he talks about the chocolate girl |
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and how he thinks she melts when he touches her |
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and that she knows she's the chocolate girl |
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'cause she's broken up and swallowed |
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and wrapped in bits of silver |
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he calls her the chocolate girl |
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'cause he thinks she melts when he touches her |
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she knows she's the chocolate girl |
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'cause she's broken up and swallowed |
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and wrapped in bits of silver |
