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(Michael Patrick Heeney) |
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These hands, you can hold 'em all night if you want to & these lips won't mind your kisses, no they don't care |
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You can lay your head on my shoulder |
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Maybe even get a little bolder |
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But when it comes to my heart, don't touch me there |
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These arms, you can wrap 'em 'round you gently |
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Your fingers, you can run 'em through my hair |
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But there's one place that's off balance |
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From the last time love came 'round |
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When it comes to my heart, don't touch me there |
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Last time |
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I gave my heart so sweetly it broke |
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He broke it so completely that even now it's more than |
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I can bear |
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Now someday |
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I know I'll try again, someday but until then |
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When it comes to my heart, don't touch me there (repeat verse 1) |
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When it comes to my heart, don't touch me there |
