I could be trembling when I talk to you.
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I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true.
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I could tell a half truth, but I cannot tell a lie.
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I could tell a story that is ten feet high.
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My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed,
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I'm a castle with broken shutters, and this is not a guessing game.
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Oh, I could make a plea so that you and I could be we,
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I could say, "Oh, it's a must that you and I should be us,"
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and all the answers I would guess and you would be so, so impressed,
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but I would never get a "yes," cause I have not the guts to guess.
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My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed,
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I'm a castle with broken shutters, and this is not a guessing game.
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I could be listening, but this is not a guessing game.
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I'd guess all the answers, but this is not the same.
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I could be trembling, oh, I could be afraid,
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I could be wallowing, wallowing when y'all think I've got it made.
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Guessing Game
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| Lisa Loeb |
