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Once I was young and naive |
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A little foolish, easy to deceive |
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But I've grown wiser with age |
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And I have learned |
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Not all that glitters is gold |
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So at the risk of sounding somewhat bold |
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Those red hot objects of love |
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Can get you burned |
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So banish guitars playing sweet melodies |
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And then please murder the birds and the bees |
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Unring the bells and then drain all the wishing wells |
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Cancel my trip to the stars and the moon |
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Sync up my timing a moment too soon |
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Call off romance 'cause although it may be sublime |
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I'm just so sick of it all, I'm not gonna fall this time |
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Love's spontaneity feels so rehearsed |
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When love at first sight isn't really your first |
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I'd rather wait 'til he gets more than one thing straight |
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Can't someone make Hallmark leave all the cards blank? |
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Tell Paris, "S'il vous plait, lose the Left Bank" |
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I'm all through with the, "I love you" paradigm |
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The only safe protocol is simply don't fall this time |
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Then you come along, handsome and clever |
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Promising you will be true |
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I know it's wrong but what is a girl to do? |
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So what the hell? How bad could it be? |
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I might as well if it feels good to me |
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When boy meets girl, rule number one is give it a whirl |
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Have some fun and who's to say I'm not gonna fall this time? |
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Just one more time could be sublime |
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Partners in crime |
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Just one more |
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Hey, that guitar player is kind of cute |
