Oh my love, Janine
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I'm helpless for your smile
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Like a Polish wanderer
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I travel ever onwards to your land
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And were it not just for the jewels, I'd close your hand
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Your strange demand
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To 'collocate' my mind
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Scares me into gloom
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You're too intense
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I'll have to keep you in your place
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I've no defence
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I've got to keep my veil on my face
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well
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But I've got things inside my head
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That even I can't face
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash
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my walls
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But if you take an axe to me
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You'll kill another man
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Not me at all
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You're fey, Janine
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A tripper to the last
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But if I catch you standing on my toes
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I'll have a right to shout you down
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For you're a lazy stream
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In which my thoughts would drown
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So stay, Janine
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And we can glide along
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I've caught your wings for laughs
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I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year
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So take your glasses off
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And don't act so sincere
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well
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But I've got things inside my head
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That even I can't face
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash
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my walls
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But if you take an axe to me
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You'll kill another man
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Not me at all
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Janine
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| David Bowie |
