Everybody knows you're stepping on my toes
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And stepping on my heart-strings too,
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With an idle kiss, you grabbed a moment's bliss,
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That left me with a heart that's true.
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How was I to know I did not stand a show
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The day I fell in love with you.
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You made me believe that I was your one need
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And then you said that we were through.
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Love was a grand sensation,
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Until I later found that it was imitation
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Of love that let me down.
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Everybody knows your every action shows
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That love is just a game to you.
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But that's how love goes, you're stepping on my toes,
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And stepping on my heart-strings too.
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You're Stepping On My Toes
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| Frank Sinatra |
