Oh, I love his hair, oh yeah
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The kind of hair I long to touch
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I love him so
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And yet I know
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I must resist, resist, resist
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I love his eyes, oh my
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The kind of eyes I can't describe
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And though they say,
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"Come along my way",
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I must resist, resist, resist
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INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE
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He has a smile, oh my
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He has a style I've never known
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And though I feel
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This thing is real,
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I must resist, resist, resist
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I love him so, oh
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I feel a blow just bein' near
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And though my soul
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Keeps cryin' out for him,
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I must resist, resist, resist
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Resist
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Resist
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| Petula Clark |
