How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?
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He'll have to go
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So, too, the bunch he luncheons with
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It's second on my list of things to do
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At the top is stopping by
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Your place of work and acting like
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I haven't dreamed of you and I
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And marriage in an orange grove
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You are the only thing in any room you're ever in
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I'm stubborn, selfish and too old
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I sat you down and told you how
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The truest love that's ever found
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Is for oneself
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You pulled apart my theory
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With a weary and disinterested sigh
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So yes I guess I'm asking you
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To back a horse that's good for glue
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And nothing else
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But find a man that's truer than
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Find a man that needs you more than I
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Sit with me a while
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And let me listen to you talk about
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Your dreams and your obsessions
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I'll be quiet and confessional
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The violets explode inside me
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When I meet your eyes
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Then I'm spinning and I'm diving
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Like a cloud of starlings
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Darling is this love?
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Starlings
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