What a pretty mystery you
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You suddenly turned out to be
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I've never held you gently
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but I want to
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Well, I'll watch your friends come through the door
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and I slide my feet across the floor
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there are things I might ask
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I don't need to
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Can't you tell I'm telling you
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that I want to
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Understand you, oh
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Well, I'm sofa sitting, compromising
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Thoughts on what I'm realizing
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Ask me what I'm thinking
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It's hard to say cause the way I'm reeling
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it could be most anything
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to do with you
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Well, can't you tell I'm telling you
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that I want to
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Understand you, oh
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Some things can remain unsaid, now
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You don't have to share your bed with me
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It's a gentle thing we're making
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Got the time for stronger weather
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Until we get to know us better
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We'll remain suspended
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Can't you tell I'm telling you
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that I want to
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Understand you, oh
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Can't you tell I'm telling you
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that I want to
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Say I love you
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Understand You
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| Lyle Lovett |
