How can you stand this waiting around
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for the telephone to ring
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You want him bad but you can't let it show
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'cos you are scared of losing him
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He lets you down when he stands you up
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and you swear he's history
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'cos you've got to choice
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when you hear his voice saying,
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make love to me, make love to me
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One more time
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he keeps you on the borderline
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he's got a one track mind
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and I can see by your smile
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that you're two of a kind
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you're two of a kind
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You say it's only a matter of time
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and there must be someone else
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you wanna trust in his promises
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but you'll never fool yourself
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now you're reading into his every move
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like he only tells you lies
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and then you're on the phone
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and he's on his own sayin
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"come round tonight, make love to me"
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One more time
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he keeps you on the borderline
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he's got a one track mind
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and I can see by your smile
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that you're two of a kind
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you're two of a kind
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two of a kind
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two of a kind ...
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One more time
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he keeps you on the borderline
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he's got a one track mind
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and I can see by your smile
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that you're two of a kind
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he's got you on the borderline
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he keeps you on the borderline
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he's got a one track mind
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and I can see by your smile
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that you're two of a kind.
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Two of a Kind
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| Beverly Craven |
